[ It smarts to hear it confirmed that Iorveth prefers Aen Seidhe, although of course he'd always known it. The jealousy flares up brighter now, and he feels himself mentally stamping the fire out. He can't tell whether he's jealous of the Aen Seidhe or jealous of Iorveth. He's never had the luxury of a clan he could trust. He likes the others in their little group well enough, but it's only Iorveth who he truly feels close enough with to extend his faith. A pang of loneliness hits him, a homesickness for a place he can't remember, a place that maybe never existed.

He crosses his arms, trying not to look sour. ]

You were supposed to say that you've been madly attracted to my animal magnetism since day one, and that you only resisted my advances because the depth of your feeling intimidated you.