She was ruining him. That was what she was doing. At least that was what he was convinced she was doing. And it wasn't like he could argue with her because to be honest, he didn't want to. Soryk had never watched himself so carefully with someone before, and he knew that—among other things—implied a plethora of sentiments that he typically wanted to keep to himself.

"To a court, you would be radiant," he explained. "If I visited a noble court on a standard routine with you, your absence would make my very life in court a far more bleak one. A court deserves its shine."

Soryk cleared his throat and he shifted just enough to cross a leg over the other, just to give himself something to do. He didn't need to say it, but he was pretty sure he got it across that if Zelda was light, he was definitely darkness and nothing was lost if he didn't visit his own noble courts he'd left behind.