Ahahaha, ha, ah... A long story, a long time ago. You could say yes, something did? Repeatedly. All the time.

( hefting himself up that slope, and reaching the plateau at last with a sigh. )

I was on the streets as a child, ah? The dogs... ( a gritting of teeth, a shudder. ) The dogs considered me competition. They used teeth.

( he doesn't sound as flippant about it as he'd like, but it's the worry pressing in on him again. hellhounds loom, and like any canine, it's horrific. )