"I'd rather not be torn from here by an angry mob," he said a little dryly. Not to mention, if they did that, he wouldn't go quietly. He wasn't an overtly violent person, but when he did get violent like that, it tended to be explosive and very painful--for the other person. He sighed though, and ducked his head purposefully, seeming reluctant. "But I suppose now is as good of a time as any." He exited and locked his room on automatic reflex, and hesitated as he put his key away. "I am sorry, Wren," he told her, his drawl soft and sincere.