"I thought it was," Alacruun replies with just a slight hint of distress creeping into his voice. This shouldn't be happening. Everything was going fine, he had it under control, and now it's all starting to come apart. How irritating. At least - well. She's not screaming at him or crying or worse. He frowns, the fingers of one hand tapping against his outer leg as he considers her and how to frame his reply.

"You didn't have any objections, anyway."

Alacruun, stop.