[ He manages another, even more mocking laugh. This one a bit more solid. Because that idea was so absolutely incredulous that it breaks through the anger enough that his teeth return to their default, blunt state. He leans back from the bars a bit, a hand resting on his stomach. ]
Her. With you? I think the bite's gone to your brain, because that would never happen?
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Her. With you? I think the bite's gone to your brain, because that would never happen?