I am, too. [He's not. He knows he's not but he can try to at lea--ow hey! There's a small yelp as his hand comes up to swat at her hand, rubbing the spot of his ear tenderly when she lets go. A small frown settles, though he knows she's not entirely wrong.

Damn.]

...all right, all right, fine. I'll be careful. [Well that's only going to work for like a month, whoops.] I promise. I'm not going to let anybody take my shard away without a fight.