Anger. That was the first and most pure emotion that he felt at the words the heard, only to then be multiplied with how quickly she covered herself up in his presence. There was a time when such would have led to something else, to something more fun and passionate. Now, it was almost like he had struck her, just from looking at her. Through all of the explaining and the unspoken apology he felt were in her words he managed to stay calm.<br/><br/>Not only was he calm, but his face felt the same smile, his eyes the same twinkle of humor, even while the bile rose in the back of his throat and he lost all manner of taste for the food before him. The smile never faltered, the look never shifted as he sat there in his chair.<br/><br/>“That is true,” he said finally. “I forgot they were paranoid about someone killing you via cupcake,” the comment meant to produce a chuckle at the humor he did not feel. “I think she is just jealous she does not have a friend as well. Perhaps I should try to find her a friend?”  he asked before he took a drink from his glass. Gone was the cool taste that was there but moments before, replaced instead by what might well have been acid for how burned on its way down his throat.