[He'll discover it soon enough, then, the longer he remains in the war hound's presence-- made for endurance, yes, made for swift and terrible death certainly, but also for obedience so absolute that each small sign of displeasure cuts into him like the blade of a fine-honed knife. Just as the word 'good', simple and short as it is, acts to settle something in him, a measure of relief just discernible in the fractional loosening of his shoulders, an infinitesimal change in set of his face.
As such there's only a momentary hesitation before he takes a seat as instructed, buckles in.]
Yes, Sir.
[He tries his best to ignore the irritation caused by the heavy scent of smoke in the air, the scratch and tickle of it, discomfort only just discernible in the brief wrinkle of his nose, a quick blinking.
Again, of course, he fails to verbalise his complaints. Only waits, slightly fractious, as they start the ascent.]
no subject
As such there's only a momentary hesitation before he takes a seat as instructed, buckles in.]
Yes, Sir.
[He tries his best to ignore the irritation caused by the heavy scent of smoke in the air, the scratch and tickle of it, discomfort only just discernible in the brief wrinkle of his nose, a quick blinking.
Again, of course, he fails to verbalise his complaints. Only waits, slightly fractious, as they start the ascent.]