[ He doesn't resist, letting Claude maneuver him and letting his arm drop off to the side as dark eyes flick back to Claude's face. There's still a lingering expression of guilt there, though, like he's not entirely convinced Claude's right.

But he gives a quiet huff of laughter a moment later, one corner of his lips quirking up in a somewhat sardonic smirk. ] Yeah. Maybe. Then again, those aren't words I'm used to hearing, so forgive me for not taking them at face value.

Although I was hoping I hadn't done anything without realizing it. [ Because he's usually very aware of what he's done - and to who. But this had been different. ] But you know her better than I do, so I thought maybe you'd noticed something I'd missed.