For a brief moment the Executor seemed surprised, however this soon changed as his eyes narrowed, skepticism clear as day on his visage. He’d never understood why Summoner was doing this, being kind to him for a change. Of course they still squabbled, and the lowblood seemed to enjoy pushing all his buttons regardless of his tendency to flirt with him whenever possible. “ I don’t think that’s a good idea, lowblood. My place is here, to serve whenever I may be needed. ” As usual, he’d be running away from the other’s odd invitations. Joke or otherwise, he still didn’t want to understand it or whatever intent was behind them.
there he goes again speaking things he didn't want to hear, spilling words that made his blood boil && his skin tighten uncomfortably. at first, there wasn't a serious bone in his BODY when the suggestion had been made- after all, he also had business to tend to. but, even so, it was how he didn’t even need to take a moment to consider it that got to him.
❛ i'm sure they could survive a few days without you. they're not helpless wrigglers. ❜ he pauses for a moment when he realizes his own tone. ❛ but if that's how you feel then alright, i guess. ❜