You said you hated all the attention you got, and here you are playing hero.

[ His voice dips, just a little bit. He shifted, nudging himself up and away from the wall. There's only one way to go — forward — which very neatly slots him up against Vergilius, instead of the wall. ]

Then again, is it heroism when you're doing this?

[ Him, actually? His lips drift from his lips to his chin, nipping at the skin there, not enough to leave a mark, but certainly sharp enough to feel. ]

Since you're clearly enjoying it.