[Feeling Solus shift closer, knowing he's there makes the hair on the back of his neck stand up, and a shiver runs down his spine, making him pull his shoulders in a fraction and his heart skip unpleasantly. The words matter far less than the physical feeling that the man is going to try and grab him.
He's got no reply to that, but Isis is glaring harder.]
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He's got no reply to that, but Isis is glaring harder.]