[ viren, alas, knows how long soren can keep up chattering, even if unprompted. he won't challenge the idea of it ("how long can you run your mouth?" on the tip of his tongue). he peers over the crook of an arm, the boiling anger behind his gaze having subsided to something cold. ]
[ he won't deign to answer. verbally, anyway. he parts his jaws, a glow emanating from behind his teeth as a flame burns from within his throat. ]
no subject
[ he won't deign to answer. verbally, anyway. he parts his jaws, a glow emanating from behind his teeth as a flame burns from within his throat. ]
[ well. perhaps it is a chance, after all. ]