As she looked up at him, his eyes stared off without a glance given down to her. The charms of his room and building stress of the outside brought a greater need to take the brief time of confine to relax even the slightest.
When she straddled his lap, his gaze slowly moved toward her, his hands not moving from behind his head. Kennet made no move to remove her nor to touch her in any manner. She might be on his lap now, but as soon as they were out of the room what might his reactions be? The Djinn could not even say. His mind searched through her secrets while he was clear headed to give him knowledge that she could not be the reason for the afflictions, nor her pet.
Head tilted to the side, Kennet narrowed his eyes. "Were you not tired? Your magic licking its wounds?"