Now the Baron just frowned at the other. Where did he get off just starting off like that and then trying to take it all back? Strel was confused and it was not something he liked to feel since it meant there was less control in hands than before. Zafier could not just stop now that he had begun. "Hey, hey. No. No, you can't just say that kind of thing." Rising, pushing himself up from the ground into an angry standing position, the redhead crossed his arms across his chest haughtily. "You cannot just try to wave that away like some prissy, embarrassed girl." He was being unnecessarily harsh, but the redhead could not forget his unease about Zafier.
He pointed dramatically at the man's head, glaring at him with annoyed lavender eyes. "Either you figure out what you mean or I swear, I'll smack you." Strel's threat was weak, but he had not meant to be terribly serious about this, just a little bit fiercer than before.
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