[Not a single twitch as the fridge door slams. In fact, considering he seemed to have done something wrong, he expects it. It's not always a slammed door or a smashed cup. In fact he's usually on the other end of a quiet anger hidden behind a patient smile and a soft voice, but that doesn't mean he's not accustomed to the more straight forward fits of anger.
He feels a pang of frustration that hits him in the gut, at first, if only because he can't seem to figure out what he can do to stop irking Rafe. He's far more attentive than this. There were many times where nothing would have to be said for as long as an hour because Fenris was so in tune with his master and his betters — he would just know what they needed or when they needed it. Perhaps he's a bit rusty. Ten years of freedom will do that to you.]
I'd be happy to stop if you would tell me what I'm doing wrong.
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He feels a pang of frustration that hits him in the gut, at first, if only because he can't seem to figure out what he can do to stop irking Rafe. He's far more attentive than this. There were many times where nothing would have to be said for as long as an hour because Fenris was so in tune with his master and his betters — he would just know what they needed or when they needed it. Perhaps he's a bit rusty. Ten years of freedom will do that to you.]
I'd be happy to stop if you would tell me what I'm doing wrong.
[It's not back talk, just a simple statement.]