[But this isn't like Steak. He's too quiet, too level in his anger, and Red Wine's ears prick up slightly. The palm of his hand itches suddenly, and there's the peculiar awareness of the lack of the weight of his sword at his hip.
Why would he need it?
His eyes flicker up and down Steak's body, taking in his posture, how ready he looks to launch into a fight. He grips the edge of the counter with pale hands and frowns, shaking his head.]
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[But this isn't like Steak. He's too quiet, too level in his anger, and Red Wine's ears prick up slightly. The palm of his hand itches suddenly, and there's the peculiar awareness of the lack of the weight of his sword at his hip.
Why would he need it?
His eyes flicker up and down Steak's body, taking in his posture, how ready he looks to launch into a fight. He grips the edge of the counter with pale hands and frowns, shaking his head.]
Just what am I supposed to know?