[ Exercising mental control, he decides against answering her comment. She was going to hold him to what? Not shouting? Easy.
That control wavers some as he finds her, weight pressed against the wall behind her. It's a well lit area at least. His cape lays in a crumple at her feet and he inhales slowly, feeling his temper creep up.
Instead of making a sharp comment towards her, he extends his strides, expression icy towards the small group of men (boys) leering in her direction. ]
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That control wavers some as he finds her, weight pressed against the wall behind her. It's a well lit area at least. His cape lays in a crumple at her feet and he inhales slowly, feeling his temper creep up.
Instead of making a sharp comment towards her, he extends his strides, expression icy towards the small group of men (boys) leering in her direction. ]
How steady are you on your feet?