[The moment that Nyx's expression shifts toward aggression, magic once more crackles in the air, chilling it around them. If Regis is going to strike out to defend himself, though, the blow never comes and an instant later, he's forced down into the chair, fighting back a wince of pain even as his cane clatters loudly to the floor near their feet.

Hands freed, he raises them both to take hold of Nyx's where they are still tangled in his clothing. Anger flashes in his eyes as they lock with his Glaive's.]

You Astral-damned fool! Do you have any idea what would happen to you if someone saw that? There is only so much I can protect you from!

[A chill still hangs in the air, but there is no tension as if attack may follow. Instead, there is only the gentle rolling of fog that will make it hard for anyone within the Citadel to make out what is happening on the balcony.

Regis is unsettled enough that the order for Nyx to go is nearly on his tongue and then the kiss swallows it, gentleness causing anger to drain away as if it'd never been there. As Nyx pulls back, Regis releases the hold he has on one of the Glaive's hands so he can draw him forward again, resting their foreheads together. When he speaks, his voice sounds tired, but also as open and vulnerable as it has the whole night.]

What am I going to do with you? It's not a hero you speak with, merely a man who has been bound by fate his whole life.