[He really has broken so many kneecaps, Stiles. And so many other bones. Gutted people with claws you don't even know he has. He watches Stiles drink then rolls his eyes in the opposite direction. Big Scary Badass is probably some of the kinder words ever directed his way. He pushes back his chair and stands, moving around in the kitchen area to find the cupboard he left his cigars in.]
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Don't put me in a position to ever have to.