[ Staggering back from the bars, Brandon runs a shaky yet thorough hand over his throat. It might become clear after a moment, if Tavor cares enough to notice, that he's not comforting himself or in shock, but rather checking how deep those claws got into him. Never mind any concerns about demonic infection, he'll settle for concern about regular old mundane infection. It's filthy down here.

And he's annoyed with Tavor, of course, though he doesn't bother to express it. He doesn't even change his initial assessment of the situation. He couldn't chart out the math for the calculation of his next move, either. His instincts are always rationalized after the fact. ]

You're wrong, you know. [ Not about standing too close. That is indisputably correct. ] I'll do something for him, all right.

[ It could be a threat, except that makes no sense whatsoever: Petre can't understand him and Tavor wouldn't care. So it's just a bit of raspy conversation, then.

Brandon points the hand he used to hurt Petre with at the ground right outside the bars. The gesture is technically not necessary, it just helps him focus, and he could use a little right now. A glyph sullenly coalesces on the ground, nothing more arcane or mysterious than a symbol which simply indicates "here," and fades.

The messengers aren't especially smart and may not like flying underground, but they'll find the glyph easily enough. ]

Anyway. Where were we. Right: what does Qetzi'ah want most in the world. Besides Haran dead and her family back.