"Then do overlook my blatant and insidious personal attack on a fragile psyche." It was as much as Aidou could get out before the smooth laughter overtook him for a few moments. It set Aidou off like nothing else could: Mark actually admitting he knew nothing about the boy's capabilities, and yet insinuating one was, somehow, stepping out of line for objectively analyzing a fellow prisoner's ability to adapt under pressure while under long-term detainment.

But oh, not at the breakfast table! That was just too crude under the circumstances!

The vampire touched the back of one pale hand to his eyes, trying to suppress the shudders of mirth. The rampant idiocy in this place was so sad. Sasuke had lost visual stimulus--and as his little experiment had proven, he hadn't returned to full offensive capacity yet--and Mark would be a splat on the wall if he crossed Aidou the wrong way. The vampire, at least, had experience with physical handicaps that could certainly be applicable to Sasuke's quickened recovery, getting him back into the best form he could be in.

Somehow, though, Aidou was mistaken. It all made perfect sense.

"Yes, you're right, it's none of my business, since I simply don't care. To add my own tasteless idiom, are you both done beating the dead horse? I think it's suffered enough."