Draiss stopped, after only a couple rooms, and simply listened, though that last line made him laugh softly. "Now that was a low blow."<br/><br/>He turned and faced her, before leaning forward to rest his forehead against hers, letting down as many defenses as he felt he safely could, letting her see everything. The forehead touch probably wasn't necessary, but it felt good to press against his kitsune. It was a mess in there, all the baggage he had picked up, starting from when he had found his mother, but really picking up when he had gotten the Orkenbane title, and some kid had run up to him and given him a gift, he couldn't even remember what it had been, probably a toy, and had said thanks for taking care of the savages, and that he had wanted to grow up to be just like him. He knew that was when he had started disconnecting himself from others, because the thought of a child wanting to end up soiled and coated in blood like him terrified him. He had never really cared about himself, but he never would willingly go down without fighting tooth, claw and thought to get out, regardless of what he had said.