[b]Jonathan Maxwell - Courtyard of Saint Valerius[/b]

Jon gave both Ken and Cyrus another forced smile, the light-hearted man struggling to make his expression do his bidding. 

[b]"Look, I don't like the guy. That's really it. Although that was fairly obvious."[/b]

The blonde laughed weakly, his smile seeming more genuine with every passing moment. 

[b]"Haha. And Ken, you've got a point. Better to see him than have a nasty surprise when we go into town. So I suppose I can't complain there. Just dismiss what I said before as tiredness or something."[/b]

He remained silent for several seconds, absently hitting his vibrating phone against his bare hand, before he gave a sort gasp of feigned surprise.

[b]"Ah, yes! Onto a lighter topic for conversation! If we've finished up here, I've gotta go finish unpacking my room."[/b] 

Jon clambered to his feet, before beaming and giving a mischievous grin. He seemed to have sorted away his feelings toward Cedric once more, and had finally returned fully to the dismissively kind young man that he usually was.

[b]"I may or may not have "forgotten" to do it in my haste to take a nap."[/b]