He actually winced at her broken rant, glad he had actually dismissed the armor, though now he had revealed his... ornaments, small crystal growths, courtesy of Ve'akama'len. The others had gotten illusions of quality time with him, but the growths on his shoulders and arms would have made intimacy a challenge, as they were sharp as vorpal daggers, despite not having a hard edge on them. "That's right, you never really got a mentor-ship from anyone, did you?"<br/><br/>He considered her situation, before kissing her forehead. "I know I am being a stereotypical male, but do you just want to vent about it, do you just want it gone, or do you want help with it?"