"Discreet?" Brainstorm sounds outraged, but then Tarn decides to cross that precious bit of spacing between them.

The hand on his shoulder gives him chills and he fights to keep all his wings from rising up and quivering. This was bad. This was very, very bad and he wanted to escape but he didn't see any opening to do so.

It takes him a moment to really absorb what Tarn said and it doesn't do much to ease his panic. Dalliances? Does he know? There's no possible way.

"I'm... I'm not sure what you're talking about. I haven't spoken to Helex at all," he feigns, but then again, he knows he's just asking to have his worst fears thrown in his face.