Starglow Basin Serpent

no te gusta? she asks. soto's lamplight gaze drags over her.

no tene modales. soto points out with a thrust of his chin. here was a man come to his doorstep, looking him in the eye with a smirk dancing across his face. juarez would have an eye for that. nino would probably chase him down to exhaustion. and soto -- soto was a different kind of man, but he was old fashioned enough to recognize etiquette earned its place in the table of men and murderers alike.

'amigo'? his lips curl back in a sneer. me gustaría más sin lengua.

then he advances, teeth aiming to seize the smirking man's muzzle and force his head down between his legs where it belonged.