Soren lowers his eyes further, sooty lashes brushing against the alabaster of his cheek. A small smile plays on his face, as if musing over the fact I had actually called him a 'gentleman'- albeit in mockery.
"Certainly. Naturally, I had to move us, you were still dreaming, I was getting closer to ripping apart your friend by the second with all the nonsense he was shouting in my mind," Soren sighs, and presses his fingers to his temple. "Such a pain, your little friend is far too protective of you, I was not going to hurt you, anyway," he mutters, brows drawing together in a fleeting pain, a look of anguish flitting onto his face. I eye him cautiously, fingers clenching and unclenching around the sides of the chair in an unconscious effort to keep myself thinking straight. I don't think I have ever seen him so… unhinged.
