The effect was, at least to Konrad, like that of a snake rising up and spreading its hood like a cobra ready to pounce. A dog-cobra. A hairy scary-ass cobra-dog. Konrad takes a step back, feeling fear infect him like a plague. He doesn't speak, his voice is caught in his throat. It will be a moment until he finds it again. His eyes are locked onto Dog, responding to the Beast's intentions, preparing himself for the fleeting second he needs to outrun the monstrous creature.
Somewhere in his head Konrad reflects on his evening. Things had been going well up until now. Sure, there were lots of intimidating predators, each of which could probably disembowel Konrad without a care and probably little consequence. Not that Konrad would be around to see the slap on the wrist his attacker would suffer. Then again, most Elysium would probably have severe penalties for breaking the Prince's law. After all Konrad is sworn to the Prince's service after being acknowledged. Maybe that doesn't matter to Dog. Even so, it is far more likely Dog was just having a playful go at the new guy. Even likelier that he just wanted Konrad to piss off and be quick about it. Konrad uses these thoughts to soothe his panicking Beast, hoping to coerce it into some action instead of standing there like an idiot.
"Erm," he says at first. "Well then I'll leave you to your privacy," he answers and then looks to Tracy, very aware of her challenging presence. "Unless of course you wouldn't mind some more company, Miss...?" The statement writes a defiant subtext. This is the Hound, leashed by the Regent who seems pretty damn sharp enough not to let her subordinate create a scene and earn the Prince's displeasure. Risky, but Konrad isn't going to start his Requiem in the city out seen as a coward, running away with his tail between his legs like a... Well, he'll see soon enough if his decision pays off. He certainly isn't going to stick around if his company isn't wanted. Who does that?
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