[He... had... a point. And no oh god he's thinking about that. tavros, an orangeblood, a LOWBLOOD, a stuttering waste of genetic material had power over him. He's a blue blood, something greater, a troll born to do great things and live much longer then Tavros could ever hope, and that rust blood had power over him. He knew about some odd fear he couldn't explain, some fear that made him want to run and cover his ears and hope for it to go away.]

[Please, just ignore the rather bad sweat he's got going now, biting his lip as he stares down, trying not to think about how depraved that is.]

Nitram, you are to silence yourself immediately. Stop trotting-trying to test my nerves. You have no power...over me and you never will and I swear if you udder those words again I'll clip those wings once and for all. [...What?]

I...I mean I'll KILL you.. ugh...