I'm Waiting For You, Vizzini

Enrico slitted his eyes momentarily, forcing down the resentment that rose in him at Basileus' words. He'd known exactly what his reaction would be, but that didn't make it any more difficult to swallow. "Mi stupisce che tu rinunci alla tua opportunità di uccidermi semplicemente per pura cocciutaggine idiota." He huffed out a sigh. "Very well," he said, switching to the common tongue, half musing to himself. "I suppose you leave me with no choice." Keeping his eye on the prostrate russet form, he lifted his muzzle and howled, calling for one or the other of his pack's two would-be healers. They needed to be tested somehow, he figured. He might as well give one of them the opportunity to prove themselves in an emergency.