[ Fenris obeys. Angry as he is, contemptuous as he feels, it never occurs to him that he could refuse. Aggression spikes his nerves at all times, but it has no honest outlet. He still lives to serve, and serves to live, however bitterly.
He fills the flute and brings it back in no time at all, stalking back and forth among the crowd with no resistance. People move for him, subconsciously or otherwise. He is not a tall man, and not a big man, but he radiates a certain sense of don't fuck with me as he walks. The circuitry helps. ]
As you like. Sir.
[ He offers the flute. His whole body's tense, even though he holds the flute's stem carefully, delicately. ]
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He fills the flute and brings it back in no time at all, stalking back and forth among the crowd with no resistance. People move for him, subconsciously or otherwise. He is not a tall man, and not a big man, but he radiates a certain sense of don't fuck with me as he walks. The circuitry helps. ]
As you like. Sir.
[ He offers the flute. His whole body's tense, even though he holds the flute's stem carefully, delicately. ]