Haunted Wood Suck Shit and Try to Die

Normally any who dared to order the young Warlord around would get at the least some form of attitude but once again this situation was proof of how differently he considered Clay compared to everyone else in the world. Despite assuming Clay wanted to continue to tear into him he did what was asked turning around and shooting him a wary look, brows furrowed in confusion. Nothing else was said about the accusations tossed back and forth, he didn't know what was circling inside of Clay's mind and that was the worst part of it all. What if he was just standing there silently judging him? "Say something other than denying it then" he knew he was walking a risky line pushing Clay so much but he couldn't help it, his emotions were not as easily controlled around the ashen prince. "You afraid you might have been a little too close to a guy?" he asked tone mocking though his expression was more sad and hurt.