"No, you... Din trofaste kvinne! I was only dancing with her because of you!" Doryn cried out, just standing there motionless in the moment where they'd been 'dancing' a few moments ago. The enormity of everything that he'd done and which had happened finally beginning to hit him, knowing that this-- THIS was why he'd always kept Hani at a distance,- his passions for her had always run too strong. Now, though, it was too late. She was beyond angry at him, and he was jealous near to the point of violence.<br/><br/>...certainly to the point of making a fool of himself..<br/><br/>Poor Mercedes, caught off-her-guard and as insulted as she'd ever been by Doryn's words, can only stand next to Ethirdir and fume. "Does that mean I can<em>go back to work</em>, then?"