Firefly Glen It gets so sticky down here

Jackalope's threat caused resentment to creep up his spine, and the fine hairs along his nape became quill-like. Osiris was grateful for Leta and her tactful grace, and it soothed him enough to allow him to approach the situation rationally. 

"And, there should be no reason why you should be damned being the messenger in this situation," he drawled, meeting Jackalope's eyes with a hard stare. "Hydra has already informed Mal of our expansion into the glen, so our presence here shouldn't come as much of a surprise." It seemed like the discussion between Moonspear and Neverwinter's leaders had not been relayed to the forest's subordinates. 

Although he loathed hearing his beloved be so kind to their neighbor, he respected her silent wish. "If you have any issues, I will talk to Mal myself," he offered.