[ The resistance is unexpected, enough that it thaws the cold snap of Rafe's anger and sets the thin layer of frost to melt as he blinks at the gargoyle on the couch. Unexpected, yes, but not unappreciated given the smirk that unfurls across his face. Because this is the partner he's spent months trying to pull out from the shell of a slave, critical and calculating rather than demurring and deferential. Better plans come from struggle, debate, from having to make your case and counter all the weak points you don't see yourself. ]

You're right, [ he'll concede that much, but only: ] To a point. Of course the kid's packing his own agenda, everybody always does. But so long "destroy the Fog" tops out his shopping list? Then it matches mine and I can live with that.

[ Irony sharpens his smirk into a grimacing smile, jaw clenching at the unintended turn of phrase as he steps into the room. His fingers close on a chair as he passes, drags it with him until he can plant it in front of Fenris and sit down to look him in the eye. ]

What I'm not willing to accept is plugging in just to turn into an electric sheep bleating out the good techno word. Which is why I would need you.