Fay listened to the story, standing stiffly trying to follow him with his gaze but he seemed to constantly be on the edge of his sight. His smile faded, head bowed some what, not liking this story, gaze lingering on the knife.

Though he had only a fraction of a second in which to react there had been no moment of disbelief as there had been with Syaoran's clone. He hadn't believed the boy would truly hurt him, and so he hadn't defended himself. This time there was no hesitation, and he whistled loudly, using sound magic to bring up a barrier between them, wind whipping at them and his face settled into a determined look.

"Nice story. You wanna hear mine?"