#he needs to be allowed to snap at natbirns more often

[workingchemistry]

Fox sucks on his teeth as he debates how tactful he wants to be and finally settles on not very. “I’m sorry. You seem to be under the impression that I care whether or not people die.”

“You just said—“

“I said it’s my job to keep you alive.” Fox presses into her space. Intimidation is a tactic too heavy handed for him to find any satisfaction in it, but this is an active battle zone. “That means I’m going to sacrifice my men, so you don’t have to bloody your hands and so my men don’t get slaughtered anyway when we take the fall for your death.”

She falls silent with an audible click of her jaw snapping shut.

Fox watches her another moment to make sure she’s going to continue staying out of the way and then, because he’s a good product who can remember his manners in an active battle field, he says, “Thank you.”