[ truthfully, she asked only to be courteous of his situation. his fluster, the initial alarm in his eyes, and the urge to rush out of bed—yes, this is all the behavior of someone thrown completely into a new world, a new experience. mona would have to be stupid not to recognize it. but still... his tone does cause her to huff under her breath. it's like he asked her if she were blind.

she reins in her temper, though, observing as he adjusts the peculiar ring above his head. then, this man gives her the most wavery and half-hearted stare of his life, as if it's truly a struggle to look at her.

hmph. ]

This is my suite, yes. I must assume that you were displaced here. I do not remember you returning to bed with me. [ sorry for the wording, sunday. ] But I will demand you to stay.

[ time to do some prying. ]