[Yeah that's right. You walk away. Their chin tips upwards a tiny amount, an unspoken and unconscious challenge in the minute baring of the throat. Goddamn right you should be scared of them. Even the children of the species are dangerous.]
Let us hope for both our sakes there is no next time!
[They call it at him as he retreats, because they can't resist the last word. Because they certainly won't behave better, and they might just behave worse. They have their blackmail material, after all, even though they have no idea who'd take it. Nobody cares when children get kicked in the face.
They wait until they can't hear the click of his heels anymore and then themself leave, magic wisping away from a weapon tucked back into a belt and mood similarly soured under the seeping gratification at finally getting someone to actually back off on showing fangs.]
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Let us hope for both our sakes there is no next time!
[They call it at him as he retreats, because they can't resist the last word. Because they certainly won't behave better, and they might just behave worse. They have their blackmail material, after all, even though they have no idea who'd take it. Nobody cares when children get kicked in the face.
They wait until they can't hear the click of his heels anymore and then themself leave, magic wisping away from a weapon tucked back into a belt and mood similarly soured under the seeping gratification at finally getting someone to actually back off on showing fangs.]