Sunspire Mountains all the butterflies have turned to vultures in my stomach

Riley couldn't withstand the rapid hits of Esme's response, and so like a creature pelted by a sudden storm, simply hunched his shoulders and waited for the barrage to pass. 

Eventually the clouds lifted, though his expression was none too sunny as Esme denounced his interest and fanned past without even flinching. He assumed there was not much he could say to change her mind, not that he was capable of that anyway -- and he would have remained silent furthermore, had she not asked a final, direct question. 

Riley's aspect was still flustered, though now he took on a rather cold edge -- for he felt the wolves in that marsh had done him a great injustice. I was resting at a tree. This wolf came up to me and claimed there was a pack there, but I didn't smell nothing. Riley's tone remained sulky despite a flash of unusual mirth in his typically flat eyes. So I pissed on her tree.