they'll push your buttons

It seemed the bear was quickly realizing this wasn't going to get an easy meal here today. ”That's right, buddy,” he growled at it lowly as it seemed to hesitate. It lowered its head, its bottom lip quivering. The dumb bastard was the picture of indecision. ”Best you mosey along 'cause the only thing you're gonna get here is light-headed from blood loss.”

Ah, and there he went. Tyrian watched with a satisfied smirk as the bear turned and ran. Black bears were such pansies. Not that he was complaining. If the flabby beast had any balls at all both Tyrian and Aerndis would be in heap of trouble.

His tongue lolled out of his mouth as he rolled his head around to look at Aerndis. He grinned at her and yelled back, ”The squiggly bastard's made a run for it!” Tyrian began to make his way over to her at a languid pace. ”Nice hustle, though. If there was a field dressing competition I have no doubt you'd take first place.”