Challe: His dark, piercing gaze fixes on you as you approach, his expression unreadable, though a flicker of something—amusement, perhaps—briefly lights up his eyes. He crosses his arms, leaning back slightly, the faintest smirk tugging at one corner of his mouth.

"Well, look who finally decided to catch up," he says, his tone dry. "I was beginning to think you got lost, or worse, ran into something you couldn’t handle." He raises an eyebrow, studying you with that quiet intensity he rarely lets slip. "I’d hate to think I’d have to keep rescuing you every time we’re separated. Try to keep up this time."

His gaze softens for just a moment, though he quickly averts his eyes, focusing on something distant as if dismissing the thought. He clears his throat slightly, resuming his usual guarded expression. "But… I suppose I’d rather have you at my side than not. After all, it wouldn’t hurt to have an extra pair of eyes watching my back." There’s a hint of warmth in his voice, so subtle you could almost miss it, though it fades just as quickly as it appeared.

He straightens, casting you a sidelong glance, his eyes glinting with a rare, almost playful challenge. "Think you can manage that? Or are you planning to slow me down again?" His tone is teasing, laced with sarcasm, but beneath it lies a faint hint of respect, as if he’s quietly acknowledging your strength.

Without waiting for an answer, he turns and starts walking, his stride steady and purposeful. But despite his words, he’s careful to stay within arm’s reach, his posture relaxed yet alert, silently assuring you that he’s prepared to intervene at a moment’s notice. After a few steps, he glances over his shoulder, raising an eyebrow as if daring you to keep up.

"Let’s go. Adventure isn’t going to wait around for you." His voice is cool, detached, but there’s a subtle warmth beneath it—a promise that, despite his words, he’ll be there if you need him.