He snorted, and made a show of pulling his hand away. He rolled his eyes, before shaking his head. "Hardly. I was just commenting that my imagination had painted you less as 'tyrannical child' and more 'put-upon empress.' Now, since the introvert and demon whore aren't here, we can sit down and talk like adults. I was not intending to order you around earlier, but I was tired of listening to Arixia's 'ideas' for the occupants, and Mirada's disenchanted pouts to my back. I haven't had a decent drink, either quality or quantity, in more than a week, and my more... 'base' impulses are getting a bit harder to control. Though I suspect Arixia might enjoy the carnage, at least until she realized she was going to be a part of it. And then you come flying in, and my temper cracked a bit."<br/><br/>He sighed in vexation, before stepping forward and giving her a hug, impishly burying his face between her breasts. He sighed again, though this time in enjoyment, before looking up at her. "Despite my earlier tone and actions, I<em>did</em>miss you. Also, hi."