"Well why didn't you say so, Princess?" There was a wry amusement in Glaran's voice, matching her sarcasm as he regained control over his anger. With difficulty. "But surely, you shouldn't be out without a proper escort?" He lowered his dagger but his arm remained, pinning her to the wall still. Being so close to her, he felt her breath on his face, smelled her scent, faintly herbal with a tang of the woods they'd been traversing. Part of him admired her courage, her spine. The other part wanted to shake her, drag her ass back to the cave and tie her down so she would stop giving him bother. Until he could sufficiently quell the latter urge, he felt it safer to wait. After all, manhandling her wasn't exactly going to make her more cooperative, he reasoned with himself. So he locked eyes with her, waiting.