Before long he could no longer feel her in his arms, and it was at this point that he turned his gaze back to her, jaw clenching as his arms returned to his sides. Nothing she said was unreasonable, nor was it untrue, but for whatever reason she gave, the thought of rejection was making him bitter. It was not something he experienced often, if at all. In part because he rarely ever put himself out there, as he had just done, but also because up until now he had always punched below his weight - for want of a better term. "I should go, truly, not far, just to my chambers, I just need to think," she told him. Bertoldo hadn't shifted his stare until that point, and after a few seconds he merely nodded, walking past her so that he could open the door, which he held to one side. "Well go on then," he replied, his voice once again very quiet, but spiteful in a way she'd never heard from him before.
Bertoldo waited until she was through the door before pushing on it with considerable force, causing it to slam closed behind her.