"I was bewitched." He swiftly replied, "My cousin, Morgäna, used her magic to influence my body's chemical physiology in an effort to upset me enough that I would leave. It backfired on her, obviously." 

This may or may not have been true, but that was unimportant. Cain truly believed what he said to be the truth. It was the only way his mind could rationalize his past outburst. He had couldn't remember the last time he had felt an emotion, so his outburst had been an alien experience. His mind didn't recognize it, and so he used the data to determine his vision of what happened. He had reacted in such a way as an emotional person would when his cousin's magic had peaked. Immediately before and after his mind had been stone cold. The logic was undeniable, and yet emotions are not logical. Therefore his mind determined them to be untrue. 

This was why he was unable to comprehend the fact that somewhere deep inside, a splinter of his soul was happy the girl had accepted his mask. His conscious mind saw it as an acknowledgement of his plan working, but something was stirring within him.  

"The Primm woman should be expecting an emissary from the 'Royal Special Affairs' in regards to campus courses and activity. I am acting as this person on behalf of my employer." He said, drawing the writ from a pocket beneath a thin obsidian steel armor plate on his thigh. "This document is a writ of passage for me to follow a specific student and observe the happenings of the academy around said student. 'From their perspective,' as my employer iterated." He left out that the student was Amuné. Part of his hidden objective was to study her and report unusual findings. If he could, he would allow this to be a surprise from the Primm woman's lips and study her reaction, but as his task and for personal research on 'surprise'. [@shylarah]