Again, Zelgadis' head whipped over at the sound of her voice, holding his breath. He realized what he was doing rather quickly that time around, exhaling and de-perfect-posturizing again. No wonder she kept biting her tongue; he looked ready to spontaneously combust each time she said something.

He tilted his head away and down just enough to still be able to see with both eyes, mouth tugging half a frown.

"Just?"