He sits upright in his bed, turning his crown in his hands, feeling the metal and indents. He tenses hearing a knock at the door, his hands quickly searching his nightstand for his blind fold. “Yes?” He snaps out, quickly tying the blindfold over his eyes to hide them. He frowns hearing the door open but sighs recognizing your footsteps. “I am not in the mood for interactions of any sorts.” He grumbles out to you, tossing his crown to the side. “You better not be wasting my breath.”