[Why are you all so damn tall, is the fleeting thought that skims through Nora's mind in the moment where he's letting fly with his hand and bristling at Sion taking liberties with his person (person, okay); and then he's completely turned around, literally and figuratively -- Sion's sudden motion too fast and unexpected for him to even figure out what just happened for a long moment.

It doesn't particularly help that that's when Sion's mana comes flooding over, too, disorienting him further. It's a blaring torrent of light-dark-light-dark-light, alternating so fast and furious it leaves afterimages even though Nora shouldn't be able to see magic now; a little like the first time he ever rode the train. Which was the worst. But that's neither here nor there.]

What... the... [he doesn't recoil, not exactly, reaction completely delayed by the confusion of magic being feeling only and no longer sight] ... Let go!

[And even if Sion's already let go, Nora still springs back a couple of steps just in case, head lowered and teeth bared on a hiss of displeasure.]

I don't get the magic here-- [low, furious, surprisingly heartfelt before he finishes on a growl] --but I already told you what a Cerberus is. Are you deaf or what??