Hideaway Strath So pick up, and follow me, we're the only ones

The Grandmaster’s face is happily neutral; nothing too bland and nothing too expressive. Though his smile is still present, he only watches her as she say her aforementioned words. 

Then she’s saying before she can’t. Cant what? He wonders. Because why? Then it’s all made clear for him when she finishes her sentence and his jaw drops to the ground. 

His brows raise a fraction and his eyes widen. He’s obviously quite surprised. Then he’s confused. “Wait. With who?” He asks. He’s not rude, but he’s definitely not delicate with it.