Rolan can't help but notice Ayatan looking at his tail, and it flicks one last time before going completely still, embarrassment creeping up the tiefling's already rosy cheeks. He could control it, of course - it was prehensile - however, the subconscious mind often exerted far more control than the conscious mind did.

Ahem.

Anyway.

"I know, and I'm rather hoping that I don't," Rolan mumbles, his expression dropping into that of a scowl. "He was not a good man, and I do not relish the thought of some alternate version of him entering my reality through my portal."

He looks back at the portal with a huff, his brow furrowing as a hand curls over his chin. "You... don't know of that ever happening, do you?