[...Well. He's dying to fist whoever somehow convinced him to come here, but then there's that sight that fills his widened eyes and he frowns to counter the warmth rising up his chest, but it does very little to calm his nerves.
So he coughs, looking altogether disgruntled as he drums the tip of his gauntlets upon his chin.] I... suppose it could be worse.
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So he coughs, looking altogether disgruntled as he drums the tip of his gauntlets upon his chin.] I... suppose it could be worse.