[ Petre maintains the pathetic little whimpering look, gaze incisive in hopes that Brandon will turn back to him and be moved, if he just sticks with the mimicry long enough. No such thing happens, though. He remains focused on Petre's jail keeper, and so he shifts his breathing until he goes incredibly quiet, readies his limbs until he's incredibly still. Tavor warns him just in time.
His hand and arm, thin and swift, reach right between two bars to grab Brandon by his jacket, yanking him against the metal to claw at his neck with his other hand. His intention is clearly to dig his teeth into that throat, get a taste of fresh blood for the first time in years, but his head can't possibly fit. Instead he clenches clawed fingers around his neck to choke and puncture, too blinded in his focus to eat the magus to prepare or defend himself against any measures to make him stop. ]
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His hand and arm, thin and swift, reach right between two bars to grab Brandon by his jacket, yanking him against the metal to claw at his neck with his other hand. His intention is clearly to dig his teeth into that throat, get a taste of fresh blood for the first time in years, but his head can't possibly fit. Instead he clenches clawed fingers around his neck to choke and puncture, too blinded in his focus to eat the magus to prepare or defend himself against any measures to make him stop. ]