[ The scowl is a bit amusing, but it’s the hand sharply gripping his wrist to whip it away from the other’s head that has his eyebrow raising. Hit a nerve, has he? Or perhaps-

Ah. So that’s it.

He doesn’t attempt to free his wrist, nor does he comment beyond the narrowing of his eyes- it’s cute, he should say, thinking he serves anyone. Oh, he can defer to authority if he must, but that is limited to his job, and survival. Right here, right now? He owes nothing…but it’s entertaining, for Trahearne to think he does. This attempt would usually garner a gnashing of teeth, but he finds he doesn’t need to, to provoke the reaction he needs.

Adelis keeps pace enough that he isn’t quite yanked along, despite the grip, and he has a few moments to examine the bedroom itself before the door closes with the force of his back hitting it. He peers up, at that smile and the words, and only allows his own to spread a bit further- albeit far sharper. ]

I’ve plenty of patience for those who earn it. [ An unsaid implication that Trahearne has not. ] And the same goes for lending my ear.

[ He pushes himself up a bit further, leaving a bare breath of space between them as he lifts his free hand to condescendingly brush the taller’s cheek. ]

But question is, how well do you adhere to your own lessons?