He must have said something wrong, it's there in the tight jaw of his very human guest. And he's not even going to guess where he went wrong, what part of the evening has him getting such a cool reaction. He doesn't care to dig that deep into motivations that aren't his own anymore.
But it also leaves him with nothing much else to say. Conversation still lingering just outside his reach. "You'll join me for breakfast."
Maybe he should have phrased that like a question. But it's not one. He's not going to watch some angry human wither away and die from stubbornness. And if they're going to have to do this face to face thing...it's going to be on his terms.
"That's it."
And he turns away, walks back down the hallway with his heart pounding in his ears. It's part of the witch's curse, to be loved as the creature he is, and he hasn't had so much as a chance to test it before now. He's going to fuck it up. That's always been his kind of luck.
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But it also leaves him with nothing much else to say. Conversation still lingering just outside his reach. "You'll join me for breakfast."
Maybe he should have phrased that like a question. But it's not one. He's not going to watch some angry human wither away and die from stubbornness. And if they're going to have to do this face to face thing...it's going to be on his terms.
"That's it."
And he turns away, walks back down the hallway with his heart pounding in his ears. It's part of the witch's curse, to be loved as the creature he is, and he hasn't had so much as a chance to test it before now. He's going to fuck it up. That's always been his kind of luck.