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Bristling; antagonized.

The russet man surged toward him, frenzied in his loom, but was halted. Obsidian lips tugged discreetly at the corners, while Aries soundlessly revelled in the exchange - it was, after all, exactly as intended. Almost pitiful, the assailant had acted purely from offended acrimony, while the silencer remained in place, mocking in a display of refined stoicism. Watching, observing. Power seemed to drape upon the brindle's shoulders, as he briskly snatched auburn fur between his jowls and hissed his wordless warning, threat like a blade to imprison the assumed subordinate behind. It appeared he wielded command between the pair; the brooding knight cast a penatrative stare upon him, and him alone. 

"It does not matter," came the heavy tonality, resonant, thunder-born. His posture remained menacing, yet hackles ceased to revolt upon his spine. "I could inquire the same." Only then did his gaze sweep toward the aggressor, quirking an iron brow in reticent judgement.