As soon as he's caught by the elbow (after a wince and a hiss, because the cursed markings are sensitive even under a sleeve) Fenris's anger is immediate. Uncharacteristically he's allowed himself to be dragged to a point where there's an alley. Small, but just out of the way that he can retaliate with all the anger that little move just brought forth — he's surprised at his own restraint, really, to wait that long, which isn't very long but still...
That apple was dropped faster than a vial of poisonous tonic, and the hat goes along with it...though that's more thrown to the side than anything, and not even bothering to see if whatever group of people are close to this alley will see the spectacle or not, the arm not being grabbed reaches for the man's throat — failing that, he'll settle for digging his fingers into his shoulder (he's too used to having his gauntlets, lucky for the stranger). He moves to push the man with all his strength into the baby-alley just out of sight of all the commotion with very little care for this 'discretion' he spoke of.]
[It needn't be said, but his sneer is matching his general mood right now.] Hands. Off.
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As soon as he's caught by the elbow (after a wince and a hiss, because the cursed markings are sensitive even under a sleeve) Fenris's anger is immediate. Uncharacteristically he's allowed himself to be dragged to a point where there's an alley. Small, but just out of the way that he can retaliate with all the anger that little move just brought forth — he's surprised at his own restraint, really, to wait that long, which isn't very long but still...
That apple was dropped faster than a vial of poisonous tonic, and the hat goes along with it...though that's more thrown to the side than anything, and not even bothering to see if whatever group of people are close to this alley will see the spectacle or not, the arm not being grabbed reaches for the man's throat — failing that, he'll settle for digging his fingers into his shoulder (he's too used to having his gauntlets, lucky for the stranger). He moves to push the man with all his strength into the baby-alley just out of sight of all the commotion with very little care for this 'discretion' he spoke of.]
[It needn't be said, but his sneer is matching his general mood right now.] Hands. Off.