[And usually Fenris doesn't feel so good about a petty comment getting underneath someone's skin. But if this person is any kind of threat to him and he can't even handle such a thing...well good.]
We're fine, [is his only response to the poor bastard who happens upon this scene, though Fenris' lips quirk up into the faintest ghost of a smirk as he turns towards the bar — as if to say "we're done here" without actually saying it, taking charge of the situation and ending it on his own terms, pointedly not reacting to that beastly growl. He leans against the bar top and signals for the bartender, glancing over at Maine one last time before turning to order his drink. Because he needs one.
And perhaps it's mostly a power move to 1) be the one to end the conversation and 2) be the one to stand his ground and not leave the establishment.]
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We're fine, [is his only response to the poor bastard who happens upon this scene, though Fenris' lips quirk up into the faintest ghost of a smirk as he turns towards the bar — as if to say "we're done here" without actually saying it, taking charge of the situation and ending it on his own terms, pointedly not reacting to that beastly growl. He leans against the bar top and signals for the bartender, glancing over at Maine one last time before turning to order his drink. Because he needs one.
And perhaps it's mostly a power move to 1) be the one to end the conversation and 2) be the one to stand his ground and not leave the establishment.]