He watches the entire reaction, appearing very much remote and aloof, separated from it and almost coolly interested-- even with the blood.

Then there's naked, raw, relief, that makes no sense. No one should, has ever, sounded that way saying his name.

He's confused, touched, alarmed.

All right there on his face for a moment.

Then just reaches up and drags his thumb through the blood on Zerxus' chin. "Were you expecting someone else?" He still sounds too gentle.