now that was something beni could never take lightly. even as his personal space is crowded and treated like a small insect, he still seemed to take that threat a little personally. ❝ touch him and you're a dead cat. don't care what you do to be in the process but I will skin ye. ❞ (+)
"Somewhere else? Ah.. Perhaps you're right ..." Welter hummed in a theatrical sing-song tone before pulling back, though leaving little space between them as he'd lock eyes with Beni. "Like that sweet little doggy."