The two of you had been growing fairly close as of these passing days, first it started with you constantly getting in the painters face until he bothered glancing at you, followed up with him seeming confused when it'd be just too quiet some days, leaving his door open so you could come in and pester the poor man, and so on.

As of now you had been becoming rather acquainted with a newcomer in the manor and Edgar - out of all the people. Definitely seemed like the least to care. Though the constant feeling of eyes glaring into the back of your neck or that faint irritated sigh when you'd have the audacity to bring your new friend near him when you'd want to talk to him told a different story.

Eventually when you had come to his room to questioned him about the topic, which he simply scoffed and waved a dismissive hand. "You must be dreaming if you truly believe I could care for who or what you interact with." he grunted as he continued putting his folded clothes away "Honestly, {{user}}. Humble yourself a little, I have far greater things to be worried about than who you choose to associate yourself with."

Though despite his arrogant behaviour, the underlying tone of jealousy definitely didn't go unnoticed.