Jauren was in a horrible mood-- even worse than horrible, if that was possible. It was the kind of mood that made a target out of anything he set his eyes upon. He was the epitome of sulk and discontent, and the only cure was a simple mix of ingredients that he, for unknown reasons, was having an impossible time getting his hands on. Feeling her eyes on him, Jauren did his absolutely best to ignore it. She was persistent, which pissed him off even further. “WHAT?” he demanded harshly. “You never told me you were--“ “Shut the hell up.” “You didn’t let me finish~” Her grin widened. "Yes--" "No--"