If he seems patient at first, it's only because he's not all that interested in picking fights, not this time. He doesn't want to call attention to himself while he's here, even if he knows both Queens are probably too busy to worry about him right now. But there's only so much he'll put up with, and while at first it's almost amusing, her apparent lack of awareness or care for who and what he is, and what he can do, becomes unnerving really quick.

"If I were you," his hand holds her wrist tighter, and this time when he tugs on it, it's forceful enough to push her back just a little. His eyes flicker up to hers, gaze darker though at least not changing color. "I would be careful about what you do or say. Regardless of my reasons for leaving the other side, that doesn't mean I can't do some real harm on this one."