[That stops him where he is, his fingernails digging into Steak's hand and his sharp teeth bared. He stares uncomprehendingly for a moment, his expression barely readable, then he thumps hard against Steak's chest with a clenched fist.]
You really need to ask me that? [Red Wine snaps, hitting out at him again.]
Why do you think, Steak? Why do you fucking think?
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You really need to ask me that? [Red Wine snaps, hitting out at him again.]
Why do you think, Steak? Why do you fucking think?