[Dean mirrors the look back, except that he is sincerely pleased with himself; even moreso when the marquis and the rat exchange looks and he is spurned. The hunter almost laughs.
Then he notices the uncomfortable expression going on beside him and, eyebrows drawing together in concern - de Carabas might injure himself or somehow scar himself whilst imitating anathema, like a demon holding iron - pulls his head back.]
Yeah, well, I don't speak rat. Did you happen to warn her about that?
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Then he notices the uncomfortable expression going on beside him and, eyebrows drawing together in concern - de Carabas might injure himself or somehow scar himself whilst imitating anathema, like a demon holding iron - pulls his head back.]
Yeah, well, I don't speak rat. Did you happen to warn her about that?
Or just tell her I'm an idiot?
[He's still calling her Splinter.]