He growled at Zee, through Dutch really wasn’t helping, how had he gotten into the middle of these two hormonal, crazy woman again? Ah, right, Deathbelle he clutched that thought as he turned back to Zee. “No insulting the contractor” Sirius said, his anger beginning to rise as Zee resulted to calling the other woman a bitch, and Dutch insinuate what she was making for the Empress might end up like rubbish.
He reached over, and placed his entire muzzle over hers, the sheer size difference displayed as he gently pressed down on her closed mouth,and then released her. It was a very obvious, unsubtle threat for silence before his temper skyrocketed and he lost it in front of them both. His light blue eyes glared into hers, before he turned back to Dutch, and looked to the other woman.
He let out a sigh as he address Dutch again, “Because I know that you push to excel in the things you do, without fear or hesitation, so I trust that you will put this ability to your work.” he explained, his habit of complimenting the Kliens at every turn coming in handy. He didn’t have pride as his weakness, he had anger, but so long as he kept that under control he would be okay. Why did Zee rile him up like nobody else could? “That was correct, pillows” he said, ignoring Zee’s interjected comment.
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