( Wrath's jaw locks at the sight of the man, staring him down like prey who just managed to escape its trap or who decided to return after Wrath had granted him mercy (and listened to Emilia when she said she wished to take care of it on her own, but being this close to the man now, it's much harder to shove down his possessiveness and fury on her behalf).
He reaches out to grip hold of him likely too tightly before the man can fall on his face, and indeed the man lets out a noise at the tight grip- it's a noise of both fear and ow. And Wrath delights in the sound of it though none of that delight will show on his face beyond the slightest of predatory flash within his eyes.
Alvize looks up at Emilia and then Wrath and then back at Emilia, and he flushes suddenly, squirming in Wrath's tight grip and under his unsettling gaze as his head ducks low like he's trying to disappear into the pavement beneath him, "My beautif- ow, my lady, I am so sorry. I was trying to leave as you wish, but my nerves have been shot since- since the Undead and the Huntress again."
His voice slurs, but his contrition seems genuine. )
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He reaches out to grip hold of him likely too tightly before the man can fall on his face, and indeed the man lets out a noise at the tight grip- it's a noise of both fear and ow. And Wrath delights in the sound of it though none of that delight will show on his face beyond the slightest of predatory flash within his eyes.
Alvize looks up at Emilia and then Wrath and then back at Emilia, and he flushes suddenly, squirming in Wrath's tight grip and under his unsettling gaze as his head ducks low like he's trying to disappear into the pavement beneath him, "My beautif- ow, my lady, I am so sorry. I was trying to leave as you wish, but my nerves have been shot since- since the Undead and the Huntress again."
His voice slurs, but his contrition seems genuine. )