Neverwinter Forest blowin’ off my mom, i don’t wanna go home

He wasn't finding too much humor in things today, seemed like. Did tell you you could have stayed. And Mal had no idea why he hadn't. Cupid should have. But obviously Mal was nobody's first choice for anything, that part seemed to be repeatedly made clear to him. He'd opened his mouth to say something else when Caerus made his bold introduction and put a swift stop to that.

His ears tipped forward, and a slight lean to try to get a better view. Yeah, moving half an inch forward totally made a difference. He took a couple steps forward, then stopped, uncertain, just staring. You-- and that was about all else he could say. His brain might as well have poured out his ears. How was that supposed to end? Mal wasn't sure any more. There were probably about eighty different questions it could have been, take your pick, but his brain had probably just overloaded a bit.