[ The summon glances past his cheek, his hand rising to bat it away and into a cloud of shattering light just a second too late, were she actually intending to maim him. His eyes narrow. So she wants to send her little critters after him?
They might be supernatural, but they still can't fly through doors.
He might be more inclined to take this to the streets or even the rooftop if he were angry too, but as it is, he's more concerned about the likelihood of winding up with a shard of glass through his foot in the coming days. One would think the more immediate danger of a sword through his skull would be more prominent on his mind, but... it isn't.
That, and he doesn't really want to fight her. Not physically. ]
Suit yourself.
[ He shrugs, and turns as if he's just going to retreat into his bedroom. ]
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They might be supernatural, but they still can't fly through doors.
He might be more inclined to take this to the streets or even the rooftop if he were angry too, but as it is, he's more concerned about the likelihood of winding up with a shard of glass through his foot in the coming days. One would think the more immediate danger of a sword through his skull would be more prominent on his mind, but... it isn't.
That, and he doesn't really want to fight her. Not physically. ]
Suit yourself.
[ He shrugs, and turns as if he's just going to retreat into his bedroom. ]