“You wound me with your reaction to my presence.” Ilryth folds his arms. “You startled me! You cannot just come into my bedroom without warning.” I grab my chest. This man is going to be the cause of a third death pulling things like this. “Why not? You didn’t seem to have a problem with sneaking into my room last night. I thought this was merely how you preferred to be greeted—a human custom I do not understand.” He’s fighting a smirk and I can’t tell if it is a result of my reaction or if he knows full well that this isn’t a human custom.
