Stavanger Bay nothing lasts forever, not even the best machines

excuse me, who the fuck are you? velen mirrored back, aghast that his presence should be so rejected. and with silence, no less. perhaps the mayfair-cairn had a small problem with pride, but this loser with his silent sass had given velen the nuclear option. after all, it wasn't the stranger's scent wreathing the beach, nor did he suspect the newcomer had a pair of brothers that would beat him half senseless given the chance.
they probably wouldn't, but velen went right on with his haughty fantasies.
relaxing his stance into a conceited gesture of ownership, velen strode toward the stranger. "my bad. thought you were someone else." pausing, he swelled his chest in an exaggerated show of breathing the night air, eyes fluttering closed with true pleasure despite his trollish nature.