PseudoLives
The Epitome of the Constantly Confused
"You bring me to anger." Bren's voice was abnormally monotonous, and there was a beat of silence before he shrugged and his expression went back to its gloomy, mildly irritated look. His voice went back to normal, too. "Perhaps I'm unused to human company after all this time." He turned away and tried not to let Lyra see him shudder. That was the strangest feeling, what had just happened. It was like his mind had gone blank of anything but his perpetual aggression. His expression and voice may have changed back, but his eyes still bore that hint of steel near their centers as he squeezed them shut.