Zaviar was not enjoying getting that look from Lila. He could handle getting most any sort of look from practically anyone in the world, though neutrality and open hatred were his personal bests, but this one from this person seemed to slide right underneath his skin and make him... uncomfortable. Zaviar was not accustomed to feeling uncomfortable no matter what was going on around him. "Scorned usually indicates that you were the one who had been gotten rid of," Zaviar half-muttered. Anyone who would shove Madeleine out was - 'You left her.' Different, that had been different, and that was in the past. It was not held against him and if Knight did not learn to keep certain things quiet then Zaviar was going to find a way to keep him permanently sedated. His opinion was not wanted at all at that moment in time. No matter what it was regarding.
Wait - what? Zaviar actually blinked, a surprised look on his face when he looked at Lila, saw that she was serious, and then back at Madeleine to wait for her reaction. Because she was talking about him like he was not there. Zaviar did that to other people, they did not do it to him. He was there, fully capable of hearing and speaking for himself - even if he would not have known what to say - and to be talked over reminded him of a time when he was a child and his aunt was discussing things like what to do with him. One of his hands curled into a fist and his jaw clenched slightly before he forced it to relax. He could not get upset over this, it was such a small thing and his temper had already been tried the previous day. "I can recommend a place to look." That was away from him.