[ See, that gets him. That picks at him. Dog, doggie, whatever permutation - it needles at him in a way that makes him grit his teeth. For a moment, he's quietly, intensely furious at Tifa - he doesn't need to be handled, doesn't need to be leashed, and House pointing it out makes him bristle.
Royce bangs his hands down on the table sharply, shoving it just a little in House's direction, more to try and scare him with the sudden movement more than anything. ]
I think I made my point clear. [ Royce says, voice soft. He takes a step back, and then turns and sweeps out of the room. ]
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Royce bangs his hands down on the table sharply, shoving it just a little in House's direction, more to try and scare him with the sudden movement more than anything. ]
I think I made my point clear. [ Royce says, voice soft. He takes a step back, and then turns and sweeps out of the room. ]