[ Ha. He saw that. The brief uneasy flicker in Dokja's eyes, the strain in the way he tries to maintain the curve of his lips, the way his breath had come halting for a moment before trying to resume the pretense at calm. Gen's gaze only grows sharper in its focus, like a shark that's smelled blood in the water, and it's in sharp contrast to the way he keeps his movements and words purposefully languid. ]

I'm not. But I know what I can believe. Especially if it's coming from more than just one person.

[ Another half-step forward, accompanied by a tilt of the head so he can look down the slope of his nose at Dokja. ]

You really just go around being a mess at whoever you can find? Begging for them to hurt you? -- or is it pity you're looking for? Both?