[ Maybe Barbatos wanted to listen to the deep, controlled voice. Sue him. You'll win no Mora from that. He keeps his lips sealed, smiling with a huff as he tries to combat the accusation. ]

Only because you don't know how to relax. This is what this is about, you know. The moment you relax, the moment I demand to hear your story.

[ And judgmentally, he squints and begins to look over to Morax. Eyes scan, they digest the way his face rests. There's still a sense of tension, the kind that feels guarded. ]

Are you comfortable? Most people lay their head back when they rest.