[His optics, both visible, gleaming madly, lock onto it, watching it warily. It's not aimed at him, for the moment, but it's drawn. Maybe he's miscalculated.]
[But still. He has value, doesn't he. No one else can move unseen as he can. No one else can produce such results. He stays crouched, though, staring like a wary animal, wings spread and frame gone tense for a potential fight. His shoulder hunch.]
[It's several long beats before he speaks. He's waiting. Gauging the situation.]
Here. Here I am. But you don't look pleased, mm? What is it? What have I done, this time, hm?
Will you put more holes in my wings, clip them, again? Because it worked so well last time, yes?
[Action]
[His optics, both visible, gleaming madly, lock onto it, watching it warily. It's not aimed at him, for the moment, but it's drawn. Maybe he's miscalculated.]
[But still. He has value, doesn't he. No one else can move unseen as he can. No one else can produce such results. He stays crouched, though, staring like a wary animal, wings spread and frame gone tense for a potential fight. His shoulder hunch.]
[It's several long beats before he speaks. He's waiting. Gauging the situation.]
Here. Here I am. But you don't look pleased, mm? What is it? What have I done, this time, hm?
Will you put more holes in my wings, clip them, again? Because it worked so well last time, yes?