[His eyes are cold and flinty, incredibly aware, and they lock on Jezebel.]

I'm not mad.

[It's a forceful hiss, and he turns, sweeping his arm out at the empty air, eyes fixed on the ranting, slim man that only he can see.]

Meet Aetna Suveros, my shadow, royal attendant, who seems to have gotten lost.

[There's hate in his voice, controlled, and he spits the words out like darts.]