Careful now....you don't want to get attached.

She moved, which was mostly intelligent on her part, probably the only thing that showed of higher intellect since this conversation began. He would stand, where he had stopped, hackles raised and deadly sharp canines exposed as he glared at her. Her words didn't soothe him, no, they merely infuriated him more. Planned on letting her live? No, he was already contemplating the taste of her infuriating blood, how the liquid would feel as it slid down his throat.

He would let her finish her speech, at the end of it giving an non-com-mental grunt at her apology, he would slowly relax his fur, flopping down on the ground, and arrogant snarl exiting his jaws. "Why get on with it then, you so called healer." The snap would exit his jaws harshly, his temper shorter these days then normal, halfway due to his injuries and the other half due to his normal ass-hole-ness.

"Creedance."

The last word would exit his jaws, the only name he was to be called, and idea struck him, nearly last minute.

"Or Mr. Voltaire."

Hmm, he could get used to the "Mr." particularly if a cute little fea was calling it out.