The room may have been dim, but the look of annoyance was clear as day. For the second time that evening, Ghent had managed to tick off both at the same time. This was becoming something of a habit, one that was dangerous to partake in.
 	[b]Know. Your. Place, boy.[/b] 
	Ghent felt goosebumps rise up underneath his sleeves. Did this guy ever have anything to say that wasn't a warning or a threat?
	"I was only trying to--" at first, he made a weak attempt to defend himself, but Elayra spoke as well.
	"[i]Mother hen?[/i]" Ghent unfolded his arms, aghast at her choice of words. In all his life, no one had ever referred to him as such. This was [i]not[/i] the image he'd been going for. 
	"No, I don't need the phone. As I've said, you can keep it. Until I get back." Ghent sounded miffed, he accepted the dagger with one hand, then brought the weapon to his side as his eyes narrowed towards Drust. 
	"Yeah, well," Ghent tried to think of a comeback. A witty, clipped remark he could make before fleeing the scene. Unfortunately for him, his mind drew a blank.
	"You expect the worst too." Not quite the burn he'd been going for. Without further ado, Ghent turned on his heel, leaving before he said something he would most likely regret.
	Outside, Ghent shut the door and stalked away from their current headquarters. 
	"Would serve them right if I didn't come back." Muttering underneath his breath, Ghent looked the dagger over, tempted to leave it in fear of someone calling the police. 
	The shadows from nearby trees influenced his decision: Ghent would sooner face the police than face a shadowmire unarmed. After a bit of trouble, he succeeded in hiding the entire dagger within the sleeve of his hoodie. Wearing hoodies a size too large was paying off. 
	Rather than marvel over the fact that he was carrying a concealed weapon, Ghent broke into a run. The sooner he got back, the better. The shadowmire's were too fresh in memory.