Seaside Moors Getting lost on purpose

Had he pissed him off? Was he already pissed? Or was that just how his mug sat?
Rowan didn't think he'd ever know, but it was whatever, he agreed to teach him which was enough for the young boy.

He stood like an exhaled body. Was this a trick?
Rowan lowered his head, pulling some distance from the man and started to rove around him to the right, where he didn't have an eye, tail lashing slightly.
What was he going to do? Did he expect to be attacked first?
In a moment's notice, Rowan dove in as quick as he could for the back leg, hoping to snatch it out from under the man.