Tarvek looked up at the shout, his eyes widening. Oh. My. He pulled back, wanting to get as far away from the source of that anger as possible. Gil looked madder than usual. And he wasn't sure he'd be that careful about who he hit at that moment.
And it didn't have anything to do with Tarvek wanting to get a better view. Of course not. There was nothing at all attractive about Gil in this state. He bit his lip, staring at him. As good as he was at lying, even he couldn't fool himself...