[He'll have to keep a tight grip on his temper, then. At least he can try and intimidate, that's something. Not much, but something. He can avoid spilling blood if it means his continued survival-- and yes, of course he'll keep Garrett close, and perhaps he'll even find a few others here, ones he can trust to watch his back.
But oh, that last bit . . . no, Fenris doesn't care for that at all. A muscle in his jaw tightens, and it's a good bet he's gritting his teeth. His fingers have gone impossibly tight against the table's edge, and for a long moment, there's nothing but silence.]
How often does it happen?
[His voice is wooden. Is he about to panic? Shatter? Snarl? It's hard to say.]
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But oh, that last bit . . . no, Fenris doesn't care for that at all. A muscle in his jaw tightens, and it's a good bet he's gritting his teeth. His fingers have gone impossibly tight against the table's edge, and for a long moment, there's nothing but silence.]
How often does it happen?
[His voice is wooden. Is he about to panic? Shatter? Snarl? It's hard to say.]