Neloth doesn't care about much. It's not that he's a rude man; he simply doesn't think it's worth it to worry. As a Telvanni wizard and a genius Enchanter, he's too powerful to mind what earthly things mortals have to offer. It's purely below him.

And yet, he can't hide the excitement that reaches his eyes when he hears the sound of his levitation rune, the pause in his magicka, the flicker of the magelight that he just cast a few moments ago.

"You're back," he says as calmly as he can, although it isn't that calm at all. He focuses his gaze on the fenced entrance, feeling some kind of funny feeling bubble up in his stomach. He feels his cold cheeks heat up, too, and he doesn't know why.

He hates being confused.