Razeal, of course, stood calm and unbothered, as though none of this had even slightly affected him. His black eyes glinted faintly as he looked at Yograj's theatrical meltdown, and he simply shrugged again.
Razeal tilted his head, black eyes fixed on the old man as though dissecting every twitch on his wrinkled face. "But why are you so scared again, old man? Even if she came, at most she would only take me back." His voice carried that flat, bored calmness of his, the kind that always made it impossible to tell if he was mocking or serious. He rolled his eyes, just a fraction. "From your expressions, it almost looked like you had a good relationship with her. Now you look like she'd skin you alive."
