The noble stood there, watching this... well, farce.  Mara was already calling Edmund 'love'.  That could<em>not</em>be good; the idea that the girl might be too busy drooling over the explorer...<br/><br/>Andrus forced his expression to not show his disgust at the show of affection, and instead just tried to concentrate on the conversation as everyone prepared.  There.  He could focus on his usefulness.  "Of course, I'm sure those runes are something simple that I can deal with."  Puffed up suddenly, so important.  He turned, taking a step towards the group to look at the map when...<br/><br/>Fey's comments.  He stopped, turning back towards her as she talked about him missing signals.  He stepped towards her, eyes narrowed slightly.  Would she see it as anger?  Or as a mix of frustration and raw hunger, a missed opportunity?<br/><br/>Maybe after a good night's sleep and the whirlwind of what was going on around him... a sudden dose of new conviction.  His hands came out, sliding over her arms, not quite holding her in place, but it was firm enough to get his point across.  "Fine.  I dare you to even yawn from here on out."