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Mal didn't take his eyes off Donovan. But his lip twitched as Simmik tried to interrupt him right back. This was wrong. What had the freak done to Simmik? He couldn't stop to think about it, standing his ground, same atittude as before, No. He doesn't. He is our enemy, he enunciated clearly. That was your decision and one I continue to stand by. He and his goons have done nothing but show that's what they wanna be since then -- hell, him being here proves he kidnapped you! He's a danger to everyone! We have nothing to say to say in the presence of someone who'd smile at being called a monster. Mal regarded him as one might had they been offered a chunk of horribly rotten meat while being told it was fresh. A slight tilt of his head -- a very watered-down version of what he might have done had he not been focused on making sure that it was completely and utterly clear there was to be no harm caused to his pack or his people today. So c'mon. We'll go get something to eat and catch up, meanwhile he can go walk off somewhere else and stay out of our lives. Mal wanted Donovan to just disappear, ne'er to be seen again. This was supposed to be a happy time -- and he wanted to be happy but how could that ever happen with that freak lurking about? Figures that it'd get ruined by a face he was hoping would have gotten chewed off by now.