"You're just going back to the room tonight," Tony countered. He wasn't sure what to say about the blood. "I'd feel better about this if you didn't get bruised or bloody every time I missed you for a minute." In a way, this was worse than the kind of dilemmas and scrapes Tia used to drag him into, because Tia, at least, would admit there was a problem. Kvothe seemed to want to pretend there was nothing going on, which irked Tony.

"Maybe after tonight, I'll just have to pretend I don't care."