Conlan looked at Lalin, with his mouth hanging open just slightly. He wondered if the whole world had gone mad. Admittedly, had Con been of a more sound mind, he would have realized there wasn't much motivation for Lalin to get overly anger. She wasn't privy to the full situation, and obviously Lucressia hadn't succeeded at killing Conlan. And she wasn't trying now. And if Lu intended to try anything in the future, learning about her methods would be the best way for Lalin to prepare a defense.
However Conlan was not very sound at the moment. Lucressia had that effect on him. He gave Lalin a brief stink eye, and muttered.
"Don't encourage her!" He was quick to return his wroth to Lucressia, putting his hands on his hips. Even through his anger he still managed to try and shield his pride with sarcasm.
"OH I see. You accidentally prepared the stew wrong, and when I collapsed to the floor of our home, you thought the best option was to vanish for eight years or so? Is that the typical way one ends... a relationship?"