He wasn't prepared for that strange little display of devotion. He enjoyed control, enjoyed bending people to his will, but Gren seemed to place himself there of his own will, and without a struggle. It was the willingness he couldn't understand, when Gren knew full well the sort of person he was. The times he fought and pushed back never seemed to be for his own sake.

It was foolish, but nothing seemed to dissuade him.

"You should know better." The admonishment lacked force, however. He hadn't chased him off earlier, after all, and he felt too drained now to really try again. If Gren wanted to be foolish, so be it.