Felix's smile still hadn't gone anywhere, but it was obviously shifting in tone as he turned, pacing to one end of the office and tilting his head at one of the pictures on the wall. "I don't like smacking my hawks around. I know, I know, they're our property, we can do what we want with them, everyone else does it. Beating them themselves, having them beaten, it just..."
His nose wrinkled in distaste.
"I mean, don't get me wrong. I enjoy violence as much as the next guy. Give me a guy who's done me wrong and I can go to town. Don't like to brag, but I'm kind of an artist with a knife. Ain't that right, Sharkface?"
The burnt hawk grunted as Felix wheeled around, eyes resting once again on York. "So yeah, I got no qualms about gutting a guy who gets in my way. Little pleasure with the business. But a hawk? They don't fight back. They can't, that's the point of them. Just isn't right, you know? But you gotta keep them in line somehow when they start acting squirrely. And when Locus starts acting squirrely?"
He let out a shrill whistle, shaking his head.
"So. If you don't want to hurt them? You scare 'em. Next question: What do you threaten a hawk with?"
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Felix's smile still hadn't gone anywhere, but it was obviously shifting in tone as he turned, pacing to one end of the office and tilting his head at one of the pictures on the wall. "I don't like smacking my hawks around. I know, I know, they're our property, we can do what we want with them, everyone else does it. Beating them themselves, having them beaten, it just..."
His nose wrinkled in distaste.
"I mean, don't get me wrong. I enjoy violence as much as the next guy. Give me a guy who's done me wrong and I can go to town. Don't like to brag, but I'm kind of an artist with a knife. Ain't that right, Sharkface?"
The burnt hawk grunted as Felix wheeled around, eyes resting once again on York. "So yeah, I got no qualms about gutting a guy who gets in my way. Little pleasure with the business. But a hawk? They don't fight back. They can't, that's the point of them. Just isn't right, you know? But you gotta keep them in line somehow when they start acting squirrely. And when Locus starts acting squirrely?"
He let out a shrill whistle, shaking his head.
"So. If you don't want to hurt them? You scare 'em. Next question: What do you threaten a hawk with?"