Well, fuck. The gaze of the other quickly fell on him and Laufey ground his teeth together in annoyance. He couldn't catch a break, could he? All he wanted to do was sulk by the lake in peace, maybe fall over on his chest and drag it across the gravel until there wasn't any skin left to itch. Perhaps then he'd finally be able to get some rest.
His eyes bloodshot and slitted, Laufey regarded the smaller brute with barely veiled hostility as he spoke. He wasn't in the mood for making up and becoming buddies. In fact, all he was really interested in was being alone. In response to Vereux's words the giant grunted sourly and then parted with the words, "Don't want your sorry." He had half a mind to roll over. Maybe Vereux would take the hint and leave him alone.
This character is prone to acts of EXTREME violence when provoked. If this makes you uncomfortable do not thread with him.
