Cobra gasped, not realizing how entrenched he'd been in the experience. His eye took a second to refocus. When they did, he saw that Lucy was no longer looking at him, instead putting a hand to her head. In pain or exasperation, Cobra could not tell.
Another round of silence. The thoughts and memories from before swirled around Cobra's mind as he tried to separate how Lucy felt from how he felt now. There was a certain nausea that sometimes accompanied him when exposed to extreme emotions; he often wondered if he was late to the normal dragon slayer motion sickness because he was already used to something so similar. Combined with the actual nausea Lucy had felt, the whole thing made him want to clutch his head as well. Belatedly, he responded, "Listen, I–"
"That was quite audacious of you," she replied.
"Au-da…?" Cobra slowly sounded out the word as if hearing it for the first time.
"Yes, audacious. Don't try and deny it. I know you listened to all that just now." Lucy gritted her teeth and finally looked at him, her expression filled with cold anger. "How long have you been waiting to do that, I wonder?"
Her line flipped a delicate switch in his brain. Cobra looked at Lucy anew, the bubbling frustration boiling over at long last.