Spare me. I’ve not the stomach nor the temperament to endure lies at present.
[With a glance towards his side he evaluates one of the nearest buildings, all open windows and the half-gated entryway that might serve as sufficient barrier should their pursuers return.]
Inside.
[It’s a murmured command this time. Hardly toothless, but there’s no sign of cutting claw or anger present— helm pulled from his head in dark, secure spaces.]
no subject
[With a glance towards his side he evaluates one of the nearest buildings, all open windows and the half-gated entryway that might serve as sufficient barrier should their pursuers return.]
Inside.
[It’s a murmured command this time. Hardly toothless, but there’s no sign of cutting claw or anger present— helm pulled from his head in dark, secure spaces.]
And show me your wounds.