"Look after...right.." he scoffed, "I chose to protect you. Not look after you, you aren't a pet. I chose to do that, after you held my hand, after you cried, and after you drew me in that book. Yeah, I know. Because I have amazingly high senses, and I could hear you crying. See you drawing, and all of a sudden that means nothing? I can sense it, the heat between you and romeo back there, the one that stopped the bar fight? Yeah." He growled, "call it off all you want, but dont make up some sob story as an excuse, leave me my dignity atleast." As he finished talking, his eyes had begun glowing slightly. He ran a hand down his face, "If it has to be that way then fine," he spoke slowly, his eyes beginning to settle, "I just hope he's worth it, Sammy."