Something changed in Griffith's eyes, and then something happened inside Don Juan's head. He had taken all sorts of mind-altering drugs and potions throughout his life, but nothing had given this sort of sensation. He was used to thoughts and feelings being dulled, pleasantly rounded; this intrusion made his thoughts feel sharper. He didn't like it, and he liked even less the feeling that he wasn't in control of what he was thinking about — the whole business of the duel rose to the surface as insistent and unappealing as a dead fish floating to the surface of still waters. Don Juan didn't think he'd ever been on the receiving end of legilimency before — not that he knew of, anyway — but it wasn't difficult to piece together that was what had just happened. Particularly given how guilty and abashed Griffith looked when he finished.
Don Juan stared at the intruder for a long moment. His expression suggested he was trying to decide how to respond; mouth drawn into a thoughtful frown, eyebrows furrowed. He slowed rotated his fork in his free hand.
"You should stay out of there," he eventually said, turning his gaze back to his plate and stabbing a piece of food a bit more aggressively than was required. "Probably won't like what you see."
Don Juan stared at the intruder for a long moment. His expression suggested he was trying to decide how to respond; mouth drawn into a thoughtful frown, eyebrows furrowed. He slowed rotated his fork in his free hand.
"You should stay out of there," he eventually said, turning his gaze back to his plate and stabbing a piece of food a bit more aggressively than was required. "Probably won't like what you see."
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