haven't we been here before

Snorting, Loren ground the herbs with a particularly swift flick of his wrist. "Of course you didn't know what you were doing." His voice was sarcastic and he shook his head over Delphine's self-centeredness. "Remi." Pressing his lips together, nostrils flaring, he took the paste and scraped it into a jar. "Don't worry, we're not friends anymore. Feel free to play with him to your heart's content." Letting her slap connect, he set the jar he was working with down. Rolling and rubbing his jaw, he met her gaze squarely. "Terrible, yes. But I'm there when I'm supposed to be, and far from useless." Then his own hand swept out to slap her right back. Only his fingertips partially shifted to claws, and he had no qualms drawing a bit of blood. LOREN Not quite an open book