[A growl comes from somewhere deep in his chest, and he has to swallow it to keep it from echoing into something too feral, lest he alert someone still in the building as to what its housing.

His eyes turn pale for a moment, the way his lips split make his teeth look just a touch too pointed. But Alastair is in control. He will not let Grayson get the better of his temper again.]

I wanted this to end without our Order crumbling from within. If I wanted you dead, I've had many many prior opportunities.

[Temper -- temper. He's supposed to be reasoning with the man, not threatening him.]