Cold indifference is exactly how he imagined Caspar would be, so it doesn't surprise him to see it in person. An eyebrow twitches upwards with Caspar's comment on his dishonesty, but Caspar isn't the only one holding his expression fast. It's a little more difficult when this man tries to suggest that his mistake of being reserved could possibly compare to anything Caspar did.

The muscles around his eyes tense, giving the impression that he's almost narrowing them, almost glaring. "You see, you've only gotten it partly right. I trust Adia. With all my heart I trust her. I know her. I trust her to be exactly who she is. I don't trust you." With a tilt of his head, he locks eyes with Caspar. "I know men like you. I know you're weak. I know you're selfish. I know that you'll call it 'love', say you're 'doing it for her', you're 'respecting her wishes', and make every excuse you can to get what you want, to justify your selfishness. When both you and I know that it's not kind, it's not noble, or good, or loving, to inflict your company on her any more than you already have."