Ankyra Sound you sleep with pregnant hookers and your dinosaur eats grass!

She was (mostly) correct to assume he was of no threat to her. He was a cowardly creature that took little interest in risking his flea bitten hide or his life. He preferred weak, helpless creatures, and although she was not far from looking the part of a potential target, she was beneath the wing of a bird he dared not trifle with. So long as she fell within Vlad's shadow, Rat would not trifle with her.

To her question, he rolled his sharp-boned shoulders. "Dat's what they call me, dat's what I is." From deep within his belly, fumes bubbled up his throat and emerged as a loud, but closed-mouth burp that inflated his cheeks. It was followed by tongue smacking as he swallowed the bits of bile that chased it.

He grinned then, as if pleased with his repulsive display.