( ♞ | lordiism​ )

     ‟ Even hungry  dogs know better than to bite the hand
         that feeds them, Mister Turner. ”

         The tips  of  his  fingers  rested  rigidly  upon  the  tactical
         charts  as he turned to face his company, his unoccupied
         hand  tugging  lightly  at  the lace of his cuffs that brushed
         against his palm whilst he fell into an  unnaturally  poised
         stance for so dry a remark.

             ‟ Were your own terms not enough to satisfy you? ”

Will regarded the man before him with barely contained loathing,
lip curled upwards  just enough that it might have seemed like a
small  smile  were it not for the tense set of his  shoulders.  The
sheer  arrogance that rolled off of him in waves was insufferable,
and  Will  found  himself  wishing  it  would benefit him to run the
other man through with one of the many swords he’d created.

           “  Perhaps, but you’ll find that even the hungriest of
              dogs knows when it’s being poisoned  instead of
              fed. But it is not the terms I take issue with, rather
              the  purpose  behind  it.   You   never  wanted  the
              compass alone, did you.”