Be incensed, Jarlaxle, a master of illusions himself, knew eyes couldn't always be trusted, or ears in fact. But then, he'd not been here for two months with Drizzt and Zaknafein, so he wouldn't have the same amount of information the other two had.

He'd been with Drizzt though. Spent so much time with him that he'd grown to see the drow as family. Drizzt was as a brother to him, loved and dear. While his mind was focused on Zak, it still hurt to see that Drizzt had no recollection of their time together. He could tell that much just from the way he spoke, how he approached him and stood around him. Drizzt did not know him as he should have.

It was a pain he wasn't familiar with, and a pain he had no desire to linger on.

"... If you would." Hard to read again. But it sounded as if something was being held back furiously in those words. Fighting not to allow any shred of hope to appear in his words.

Jarlaxle, like anyone else, didn't enjoy being hurt.

He wouldn't be able to take getting his hopes up about this.