He didn't seem to react to her decision or her glares at all. Instead, his bored, cold expression never faltered. He met her eyes for a long moment. How easy that could have been. But no, his Geass was locked away from him.

After a long, tense, silent moment, his arm went back behind his back, under the vest. "Very well." When his hand came back into view, it was empty. "What do you propose I do? I can't very well hide you in my bedroom."