Zekke blinked and started to shake his head as if to negate whatever it was that he had been thinking of asking... then stopped and looked at Jaren again, eyes narrowed slightly in thought.

Then they widened again, the greens of his eyes clear and intense despite their darkness.

"You know what I mean," he answered the other's question with a simple statement.

And Jaren did, that much he was sure of. He didn't have to be a Legilimens to figure that bit out.

The unspoken question that his eyes queried along with an arched eyebrow was, "What in Merlin's going on?"

He disliked pressing people for information and very much respected people's privacy. He only overstepped into someone's personal space when he felt it was absolutely necessary.

At the moment, he was still standing at the other side of the proverbial fence, peering through to the other side with his fingers gripping the fence post and one foot on a slat of wood, ready to haul himself over if need be.

In his mind, he figured that he'd rather get hexed silly now than have to later drag Jaren into the Infirmary should something go wrong.