He rolled his eyes. "Fine. I still think it's your damn fault." The man was definitely a nutcase. What was this veil thing? It probably had something to do with that cold sensation. Still, Dylan didn't exactly trust the man. He didn't even know the stranger's name. Yet he was expected to follow orders like a soldier with his general. Reluctantly, he pressed his hand against the other man's. That was awkward. Really really odd.