[And that--that, of all things, snaps him out of his reverie, that soft voice telling him something he really only ever cared to hear in his own voice. He looks up at the hand he's holding, then looks up at Jezebel's face, realizing something's wrong here. He drops the hand immediately, as if it's on fire, and scrambles up, breath catching in his throat. The sound behind him is starting to fade now, giving in to the blood suddenly rushing in his ears.]

Jezebel--Doctor Disraeli--

[He remembers what he had just said, the way he had just grabbed the man, and his eyes widen.]

--I'm--so sorry.