He stares at Hythlodaeus, the only outward sign that something may be happening outside of Irhya's knowledge. Of all the things to be hung up on - jealousy, again?

He sighs and looks away, wondering how to proceed. Irhya had not been afraid to let him know what she thought of him pursuing the salvation of Amaurot. Wouldn't any attempts to bridge that gap sound insincere?

For Zodiark's sake - he hadn't even realised Hythlodaeus had been wooing him for some few hundred years!