"Oh, wait. Am I bothering you?" The Corinthian raises his voice a bit.
After a moment of contrived silence, The Corinthian rises with a start, his chair almost toppling behind him.
He stands there for another moment, waiting for some response from the Dream King, tho he knows better. He is obviously struggling with not saying something, but he stops and takes a deep breath.
"Sorry."
He sounds...sincere?
"Sorry" he repeats, this time in a small, faraway voice, and he turns, heading for the door.