( Licyn stares at the much taller man with both brows lifted, lips pulling into a disbelieving smile. )

Scratch any harder and I'll be taking off slivers of bone. Explain to me why you want to let out a prisoner you know nothing about, behind a door that somehow stayed open after its ominous words while closed, guarded by a possessed skeleton of a dog clearly instructed to torment the poor fool in there by being just out of reach.

( Not that he stops his skull scritches, as the dog appears to find it pleasant, and if it finds it pleasant its not getting up to anything unpleasant.

The howl had been fine. Getting nippy, on the other hand, wouldn't be appreciated. Too easy to snap bones. )