[God, Equius, you're supposed to be scared, not turned on!]
[Good, he stopped. Darkleer winces internally, hating the way his voice sounds now, the rough, scratchy tones that have been left to him. And then the kid sasses him, and he looms, looking down from his seven-foot height and straightening his shoulders to make himself appear even louder.]
You... don't follow. Not like me.
[This is a little more than just literally talking about the present circumstances, but the kid probably won't realize that.]
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[Good, he stopped. Darkleer winces internally, hating the way his voice sounds now, the rough, scratchy tones that have been left to him. And then the kid sasses him, and he looms, looking down from his seven-foot height and straightening his shoulders to make himself appear even louder.]
You... don't follow. Not like me.
[This is a little more than just literally talking about the present circumstances, but the kid probably won't realize that.]