"I don't usually get people being nice to me." Waver admitted, giving Roze a weird look as she played with his hair instead of actively protesting it. "And I used to be a lot worse too. I was pretty full of myself before I met Rider--maybe most of it was an act, I really don't think even I know anymore. If I have some kind of armor it's because I have to--not everyone at home is as nice as they are here."

Folding his arms around the plush she'd made, Waver frowned slightly as he spoke. "He was the first one to treat me...normally, I guess you'd call it. But he was kind of like you in that he seemed to make a sport out of driving me crazy." An exasperated sigh left him at the thought. "It shouldn't register as 'strange' to me that people don't try to walk all over me. I think I forgot that normal people don't care what kind of bloodline you have or what magical ability you're capable of. Maybe I needed some time out of the Clock Tower more than I realized."