Carsel pulled his hand back with the bag. Who knew thing was old might not even work. He had hoped though she'd see it as a gesture of good faith. From what he could tell it just put her on the defensive and took step backwards. Were all women this difficult to get through to?! Or this difficult to make headway with??? He blinked a bit and stood up. Putting his instrument away. "Why would I want your skin?" he said in confusion. Muttering a bit. "What the hell would I do with somebody else's skin? I barely like my own because of where it came from." he grumbled a bit. "I don't kill people." He said with a huff. "Good. Don't. I won't let them either." His father's temper showing in his frustration. He had no understanding of women. Before he could say anything else the door flew open and in stormed his father. He turned and saw an already angry face turn livid at the sight of the bag. He yelped as his father drew his sword and thwacked him on the skull with it. Ripping the bag from his hand and proceeding to shred it. He heard his father raging but couldn't make out the words. He hated that b******. He moved and stood in front of his father. He wasn't sure what his father said. he couldn't see straight at the moment.