Already sharp features manage to sharpen further. His grip on the table leg tightens, but he still doesn't brandish it. Maybe it is a knife she's got up in there; maybe it isn't. It's the kind of thing somebody with nothing might say to keep somebody like him at bay. Or she could be off her nuts, armed, and somebody he'd need to watch like a hawk. He sighs inwardly. Looks like he won't be getting much sleep tonight, regardless.
"As long as you keep it in there an' don't go tryin' to stick it in me, I can live with that," he says evenly. He'd never fault anybody for wanting to defend themselves.
"It'll be warmer if we get a fire goin'." Saying is as good as doing when it comes to him as long as it's in his means. He turns back down the hallway to retreat to the room with the fireplace. He's careful not to put his back entirely to the room she's in or the hall on his way. If she wants to bum rush him, he'll be ready for that.
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"As long as you keep it in there an' don't go tryin' to stick it in me, I can live with that," he says evenly. He'd never fault anybody for wanting to defend themselves.
"It'll be warmer if we get a fire goin'." Saying is as good as doing when it comes to him as long as it's in his means. He turns back down the hallway to retreat to the room with the fireplace. He's careful not to put his back entirely to the room she's in or the hall on his way. If she wants to bum rush him, he'll be ready for that.