Robin's mouth quirked with something that was closer to a frown than a smile, though the expression was not one of ill-humor. He was more than happy to mold himself to Ishiah's back, fingers working at the opened collar of his shirt, where warm, pale skin was exposed to sensitive fingertips. Robin felt for the familiar rises and valleys of Ishiah's collar, smoothing his hands over warm skin as Ishiah worked.

"It was both. It isn't that I always want to be the center of attention and can't stand for it to be removed to someone else -- although that's true enough -- but I would prefer if people that I cared about would come to me for solutions, rather than pleas. What help can be offered at this rate? Moreover, it's you that he came to, not me."

Which truthfully gets Robin's proverbial goat. Partly because he sees himself as a better giver of advice than Ishiah (in his egotism) and partly because he feels as if he were being shown a severe lack of trust.