The Tangle she told him to take care of me

Guess I am.  He looked down at her as if he was peering over the lid of that metaphorical eight-dollar-coffee, then raised his brows and averted his gaze to what little of the sky he could see as if he was checking the time on an incredibly expensive Rolex before turning back to her.  None of this was intentional, of course — let's be real, Tux isn't that nuanced — but he feels superior to everyone that isn't of Drageda, and he's less fond of the wolves of the Sound than he is regular outsiders.  

And I guess that means, you're with them.  They could go back and forth like this forever.  Why'd you have to move there, anyway?