Jokor was slowly losing control of his temper already but when seven told Jaelyn he begged him not to tell the knights he just snapped, and if looks could kill there wouldn't be enough left of the feminine seven to put in a casket. “Begged!? Now you know this little piece of shit is just talking out of his arse!” jokor exploded, drawing the attention of a few people in the vicinity. He didn't give a damn about it though and just continued yelling. The soft spoken question of the other female close by was completely ignored, though it was hard to tell for the others if it was intentional or was just to caught up in his anger to take notice of her question. “I would never beg to anybody, especially not for this vagick who looks as if I can break his bones just by sneezing in his general direction!” He turned his glare to jaelyn next, though it quicky changed into a softer expression as he did so. “And why the petch are you thrusting him over me anyway? You barely know him, he completely refuses to explain anything about that symenestra race he is from and hasn't done anything that makes him worthy of any petching thrust at all!” Jokor grit his teeth in frustration and just continued to stare at both of them, not even bothering to try masking his hostility towards seven. Unbeknownst to him he just had yelled across the entire bath that seven was a symenestra and there was undoubtedly somebody there who knew what those where, maybe even about their more unsavory habits. “Or do you just thrust him because he has got a pretty face.” Jokor asked, a scowl forming on his face at the prospect. “Well I don't know half about honor and the rest of that stuff but I know that won't make you a good and noble knight.” Jokor said in a mocking voice, his anger finally having overridden most of his common sense. |