[He's right in that regard, and he can't help the insult that prickles at his collar when Galahad opts to spit on his good will.
Lucan doesn't opt to answer him. A fight had the potential to coax the beast under his skin out from its tightly lidded container, and if that was the case, it couldn't happen where people had the potential to stumble on him.]
Your bite is blunt, Grayson. Your attempts to insult me are useless.
[He turns, seemingly to leave, but stops near the entrance to pick something off the guard's post. His back stays turned toward him as he examines it in the shadow he's chosen.]
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Lucan doesn't opt to answer him. A fight had the potential to coax the beast under his skin out from its tightly lidded container, and if that was the case, it couldn't happen where people had the potential to stumble on him.]
Your bite is blunt, Grayson. Your attempts to insult me are useless.
[He turns, seemingly to leave, but stops near the entrance to pick something off the guard's post. His back stays turned toward him as he examines it in the shadow he's chosen.]