[ for a moment he looks like a fawn facing its final moments, clearly struggling with how to react to an unfamiliar situation. he tries to remember how jord or lazar behave easily among the other men, their camaraderie a natural thing dating back to their time serving auguste, but to mimic such a thing when he has never actually participated in it himself feels... challenging. ]

Please don't call me that. [ there is no bite behind his words, and he looks half like he wants to vomit. politely, he clears his throat. ] Thank you for the explosives. I'll bring you back the creature's skin, and then our debts will be settled.