"Am I wrong?" She asked.

Turning to him but his mouth gaped, hoping to gather words and change the context of their conversation but failed.

"Old scars sting sometimes." He scoffed, rolling his eyes off.

"Not deliberately though." Her smirked grew wider, pinching his nerves, indulging in her chance to find his painful nerves.

"Honestly, I don't recall any incident relating to this. Your people must have handled it secretly." She hummed.

Moving to the edge of his bed and throwing his shirt at him.

"It was none of your concern, you were busy following orders anyways." He taunted, wearing his shirt, shifting his upper to her direction.

"Hmm. You...