So, there's the problem. Midnight doesn't want him to think that this is going to be something more than sex. Grey understands it. It's not hard to see why he wouldn't want someone like Grey fixating on him. Especially because it's his ship and his crew.

Eventually he shrugs and looks away. He can handle rejection. Even if it's not familiar to him given his lack of trying.

The mage doesn't look that good with the storm obviously riding heavy on his shoulders. Grey offered to help and Midnight did not want it. There's nothing much he can do about it.

"You don't seem like you're struggling with control," he says but then folds himself up and stands, even if he has to bow over in the shelter that isn't exactly made for his height. "But it's up to you."

He peers outside into the darkening jungle. "I'll go see if I can spot the rest of the crew." They need to have their throats slit open.