Righting himself on the chaise, Warsman didn't even realise Shirogane was around to give him that filthy look until he finally lifted his head, one hand pressed to his helmet to try and steady his head. As his sight settled first on the young manservant and then on the book now lying on the floor beside the dropped chest, though realisation dawned.
"Ah-" He struggled back to his feet and around the sofa, holding his hands up defensively. "I'm sorry! I wasn't-- are you alright?" Trying to apologise properly could wait- if he was right, the poor man had a look more on his mind than explanations. Quite literally.
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"Ah-" He struggled back to his feet and around the sofa, holding his hands up defensively. "I'm sorry! I wasn't-- are you alright?" Trying to apologise properly could wait- if he was right, the poor man had a look more on his mind than explanations. Quite literally.