[There doesn't seem to be anything jumping out at him right now, and the soft pats to his arm remind him that he's also with a very talented swordswoman herself. He just needs to calm himself, he's acting strange and he's well aware of it.

Thoma looks down at the proffered ice cream, craning his neck forward to eat the dessert off the spoon. Strangely, he does make him feel a little better, and for a moment he relaxes. It's not so dissimilar to the night they had prior, holding each other close and feeling like they had the whole world in their hands...

Ah, but he has to dismiss that, that too was something he couldn't explain either, it must of been something in their drinks.]

You're right, I apologize. I really don't know what's gotten into me...

[Seems like a pattern since they arrived though.]

It's probably nothing at all, just shadows playing tricks on me.