Uriel lowered his eyes once again, his heart aching oddly at the tears he'd seen in the horseman's eyes. Now, that was certainly new. He wasn't sure he exactly understood it, either.

"I said I don't regret it now," he said quietly. "Back then I apparently did, but only because of the... imbalances. Rest assured that if you truly had been forcing me into something against my will I would have protested -- even while manic, I'm yet to be that far gone." After a momentary pause, he added, "And besides, from what I remember I ate that marshmallow on my own without any encouragement from your part."

Drawing a deep, unncecessary breath -- oh, but he was definitely out of sorts right now! -- he then finished, "Actually, what little I can remember of my making an effort suggests that I actually enjoyed our meeting rather much. And it was true. The (very few) memories he had of that time period were all pleasant, and he doubted that was only because his mind had blocked the rest. It was like he'd experienced it all again as memories now returned to him, fragmentes pictures, a moment after another. All these memories made him feel rather dizzy, and he leant back against the back of his chair. He still didn't draw his hand away from Pestilence's, though.

It felt... pleasant, too.