[At mention of what Roa's been up to, the Brucolac's face goes through a spasm of different emotions; first his eyes widen a little, mouth pinching, hackles visibly rising, going after the Red Lady—then a reconsideration, eyes darting away, make her fucking day, on second thoughts—then, on the news that he's been trying to turn Ariadne—]
Who does that cunt think he is?
[Tongue lashing with vexation, expression thunderous.]
action;
Who does that cunt think he is?
[Tongue lashing with vexation, expression thunderous.]