While the people standing there watched Naimishi and Dusen with gaping mouths at their intimately close gap, Hiraan eyes fixated on Arazhan's every lip twitch, dreading to find out the conversation he was having with Naimishi. The Zhan he knew would never go too close to women. Could it be the result of his soul being trapped in Dusen's body, driving him to madness and acting a little off?
"Lock the door properly when you sleep. Or I can't guarantee the safety of your precious hair." Arazhan teased, withdrawing his hand from her locks. This is enough to send this little tigress into a frenzy today. With a final death stare directed at Hiraan, Arazhan left. The thought of Hiraan living in the same room with Naimishi bothered Arazhan more than the task of getting acquainted with these unfamiliar faces.