Oh Foolish, Foolish was I

Despite the possibility of facing unjust accusations, Aresenn refused to back down. He drew upon his inner strength and braced himself for impact, squared his shoulders, and prepared to defend his personal space against Sephiran's imposing presence. With determination in his eyes, he pushed back against the burly Saxe with all his might, determined to make it clear that he wouldn't be pushed around. Despite feeling a force that threatened to knock him back from where he stood, Aresenn maintained a firm hold in his position- barring his teeth in a display of aggression, flattening his ears against his head to show he was just as serious. "I have no knowledge of Aurelia," he growled, his voice thick with frustration. His muscles tensed as he prepared for any potential attack, refusing to show any weakness in front of his coconspirator. "And vague implications won't get you information about Absinth and the Armada,"  he declared boldly, refusing to be intimidated by someone who was supposed to be an ally. He was prepared to defend himself at all costs, willing to stand up against someone he was supposed to be able to trust.

"Aresenn Praetor"