"Ha!" She barked, her mouth wide as she mocked a laugh at his bared canines. "I would sooner stab you upon my antlers and hang you above your child to give her nightmares in replacement for dreams of Typlos. Dreams, my dear, not nightmares." She exclaimed.<br/><br/>Braydon noticed something brewing and by the time she had slammed the door open, she had already pushed him out. He turned to catch the expression of Rusty, who seemed beyond pissed at Acacia and he felt himself kind of understand him, but she had willed him on before he could say anything and they were down the hall.<br/><br/>Acacia felt no need to challenge his threat anymore, she had felt that by ignoring it, she could get under his skin more. There was no way that she would ever allow him to best her in a match of will and wit. She had to be the best, the top of her game, as it should have fit her breed. Stags were proud and did not run often, even in the face of stupidity, she would sooner die than allow him to conversationally dominate her. Something Braydon had yet to understand, verbally, but deep in his conscious he knew and he would know for the rest of his time.<br/><br/>(Pass time?)