"Rest..I'll be back”
He said dropping me at the foot of my room
“Are you going somewhere my lord?”
I asked as I saw his hurried expression, it was quite noticeable that he was rushing out
Pausing he stopped to stare at me, a habit he had newly developed, it was like he was looking for different ways to make me uncomfortable, and it was working hard
Looking down, I still felt his eyes on me
“Mmm…..I am, why are you worried?”
He asked as everywhere turned silent
Was he waiting for a reply
“You should be more careful my lord”
I said avoiding the question
“That is not the answer to my question”
“There is no answer my lord”
“I am sure that your smart mouth can think of one”
He said countering my words as my face twisted in annoyance
This man was annoying, annoying to a psych
