I have Breyden staring back at me with a rather ridiculous smirk on his face that I do wish that I could slap off. Now, what has the fool smiling so broadly that I do not know, but I am very sure that I shall soon find out?
But, before I can even get the opportunity to hear the words coming from his mouth, I am blessed with hearing the thoughts come from my beloved's mind.
Now, do I wish that I did not listen?
"You are what?"
"Sebastian! What did I say about reading my mind."
"Well, my beloved, you are not thinking particularly softly at present. Now please say that again, and I wish for it to come from your mouth."
Breyden stands to make his exit from the room, but in one swift movement, I have him by the wrist, "Oh no, you don't. You are not going anywhere. Now tell me once again what the problem is."
"My dear friend, it is not a problem; it is a blessing."
