*blinks in outright surprise as you stand, your body language making it evident you're planning to leave (so soon?)*
*turns away from you before you can see the hurt (something he feels all too keenly, even through the fog)* *busies himself setting Mabel back on her sill, smoothing down her ruffled fur* [Mm, well. We'll see.] *turns to you, a sharp sort of pleasantry in place (from him, the surest sign of offense)* Thank you for stopping in, I suppose. Feel free to visit the next time you have a spare five minutes. Who's rejecting whom?