[Dualscar sips his tea, trying to think about the warmth of it, and the taste and everything, but he's thinking, calculating, worrying, and some of that flickers in the ever-changing images. Darkleer wanted to talk about their relationship. But the phrasing was odd, and he worries at that, too. He finds the blue blood so hard to read.
[Action]
Finally, he can't stand it any longer.]
Wwhat is it you wwanted to say?