[Like the wolf. Those hands clench again, jaw setting as he works it through. The wolf. It still leaves a bitter taste in his mouth and he forces himself to relax, to shift bare feet in a reminder that it wasn't 'little wolf', or 'pet'.]
No.
[He finally says, but reaches to rub the back of his head. Too sharp a reply to a seemingly kind offer, not matter the mention of removing his armor.]
...thank you.
[He adds, an afterthought of politeness that doesn't fit his voice.]
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No.
[He finally says, but reaches to rub the back of his head. Too sharp a reply to a seemingly kind offer, not matter the mention of removing his armor.]
...thank you.
[He adds, an afterthought of politeness that doesn't fit his voice.]