Elias grits his teeth, glaring up at Eiffel as his warden sets a hand on his shoulder. He reaches up to take the hand-- ostensibly to pull it off his shoulder, but also to give physical contact with which to shove a particularly nasty Flesh statement at his warden.
Nothing happens, except that Elias is left holding the back of Eiffel's hand and frowning at him in confusion.
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Elias grits his teeth, glaring up at Eiffel as his warden sets a hand on his shoulder. He reaches up to take the hand-- ostensibly to pull it off his shoulder, but also to give physical contact with which to shove a particularly nasty Flesh statement at his warden.
Nothing happens, except that Elias is left holding the back of Eiffel's hand and frowning at him in confusion.
Then with a snarl he pulls his hand away. ]
I do not need your condescension.