[ Valmont, still curled up on the floor, cracks one eye open cautiously. Has the vicious cur ceased his assault? ...Oh, he totally has. Right. Time to stand up, brush himself off and pretend like that never happened, then. ]

I will never lower myself to saying "please" to you! ...And that one didn't count!

[ There's pure rage in his face, and he looks for a moment like he's planning on straight-up jumping Dylan again, teeth be damned. But it fades. If the bandage around his left hand is anything to go by, he's already been injured quite enough for one week. ]

You may have brute intimidation on your side, but I will get that talisman back from you, dog. Mark my words.