For the most part, Valryn's annoyance with him goes unnoticed. Or perhaps a better word is 'ignored' - Christian could fall from the highest turret of the castle and be considered brain dead and still be aware that Valryn was angry with him - but now he's simply choosing not to acknowledge it. He's used to it by now, so instead of cowering in it's shadow, he turns his attention to himself instead.

Gingerly massaging his fingertips into the side of his neck, Christian watches as Valryn stoops to pick up his book.

"I suppose being raised surrounded by armed guards had something to do with it up until this point; really now I'm relying on blind luck."

Despite himself and his current circumstance, he laughs to himself. "Blind luck, and sturdier banisters. That one hasn't quite come through for me, but I'm optimistic."