Blackbeak Bluff Devoted to neurosis now

Truth be told, he isn't as concerned with the principle of it as he is with the current situation; perhaps it's foolish of him, but he really wouldn't mind Midar's possessive streak if it didn't currently conflict with his own desires. Still, something about the statement inflames him further, even as his chest tightens with a familiar fear at his lover's anger. He wants to deny it, tell Midar that he belongs to no one and that he isn't going anywhere — but the words won't come. You can't make me do anything, He says quietly instead, swallowing hard and trying to stifle the dread settling deep in his gut. He pauses a beat, then turns, intending to go back to Rusalka; he might never admit it, but part of him is afraid to draw this out.