Sly flustered at both his meditating thoughts and his personal space where broken and he turned about, almost forgetting that Clover was in the general area he was. He felt he was dinnign alone, as he usually was. Literally shaking it off, he shook his head. “No. Everything is fine.” He said, making his way to slowly move one step away, masking it as adjusting his footing to better access his meal, though just taking note of his personal space. He didn’t like people brushing against him. The sensation of a feather brushing his made him feel off and out of his personal element. Though Sly had managed to keep his demenour a mask to his inner thoughts, there where still weaknesses to the shield he created and actual touch was one he had yet to conqure. This was mainly because getting over it would entail practicing him being near other people and he felt that in the grand scheme, he didn’t really need to bother growing a tolerance to it. Instead, he just had the tactic to remain at a distance when in the company of others and for the most part, everyone regarded him at a distance, aside from Clover. Then again, he had yet to give her reason. He had his façade up and as such, showed no ‘blemishes’ to his gentleman’s charade.
“You don’t need to go that far. The meal is better than I expected. It’s a treat in itself to have parus on the menu. It’s hard to come by. You can’t near one without another Sentinel inquiring if your meal belongs to someone else. I think it’s a sign that some Sentinels have too many companions.” He said, trying to start conversaton and in a way, bring his mind away from previous thoughts that where suppressing his appiette. Conversation would help to regain his hunger.
Waiting for her to respond and to not worry about going off to find something else, he continued his meal to satifsy her that it was up to his standards. It was odd to say the least to have someone actually concerned about wheter or not he was enjoying his meal or if he was satifised with something. Still, that tiny indication that she showed some worry seemed to brush his feather’s thew wrong way. Concern was just as unbearable as having his space invaded. Concern indicated you where being pitiful to some extent, or showed some sign to have someone worried. He was fine.
