[ ah, there we go. the little bit of feisty bite in torth's bark that eseld so delights in dragging out of him. it makes him more tolerable than listening to yet another three-hour sermon about everything eseld needs to change to make the world as a whole a better place.

what torth surely feels behind him is the metaphorical coil of a pleased cat, one that only eseld can imitate when bleeding out of too many orifices. ]

Torth, love. I always care about your feelings. After all, I'm hardly in any position to maliciously discriminate between the most and least interesting parts of you. [ whether his emotions are the most or least interesting part of torth remains completely indistinguishable. but care should be equal opportunity, and clearly eseld embodies that well. ]

But, you're not wrong. Your feelings do concern me right now.

[ the dichotomy of having concern for feelings, versus having feelings concern him. the sort of inane wordplay eseld seems to like, even if it's for his own amusement. ]