Firefly Glen you were a child crawling on your knees toward him.

swapping places with Fig with permission from me :D

Penn rolled his eyes at Bronco's display, cringing a little simply due to the smell of his cousin's breath in his face. He still didn't move, even when his agitation rose at the pressure that was briefly added. He kept his composure, stubbornly determined not to give the brute what he wanted. He looked narrowly into Bronco's eyes and smirked. "Pain and death don't scare me," he drawled, "What makes you think you do?"