Julien hadn't failed to catch the subtle show of fear in her eyes, but his only reaction was a sigh as he turned toward one of the room's windows. He moved slowly, most of the time the others were gone from the room he was not even speaking to her. Eventually he leaned with his back to the wall opposite from where she sat and he brought a hand to his down turned chin.<br/><br/>His eyes barely focused on the Lady as he looked her up and down. Somehow, his new power confused him. There was some shred of his former self that remained, though it might just be that he was merely used to acting and thinking a certain way. At any cost, every time he came to an idea of how he might "make her pay" he reconsidered his actions. At one point he even considered chopping off her lovely hair, he even crossed the room to feel a lock of it between his fingers. But then he remembered how he always used to admire it and he turned away in disgust, torn.<br/><br/>It took everything within him in that moment not to run out and scream and shake her. He wanted to know "why" but he knew he would get no answer... certainly not one that would console him.<br/><br/>"Sky...." he said slowly. "What do you suppose is the real meaning to the actions taken against you since your husband's death?" His words were crawling, as if difficult to actually come from his mouth. "I fear that you do not truly understand the circumstances."