Rainier saw the stem of the wine glass tremble, and nearly break. Without another thought he vanished it, keeping both Surreal, and the attire he admired so safe from broken glass. In that moment? That fact that she could have a sheild up faster, and stonger than his just as quickly? It didn't matter.

The lady had concluded he an attitude? Fine. He could display it that much more.

"I never said your past did not mean anything." It had obviously shaped her. How could it now. "What I said was that it didn't have to mean everything."