Jonathan, still feeling the eyes on him, was beginning to get annoyed. Chugging down his second glass of beer he turned around in his chair and looked back at the wolves as he talked to Teagan. Jonathan owned a dog once when he was younger...a rather scrappy creature it was. He remembered having trouble training it since he did not know the first thing about taking care of one...it was an on the whim decision. He had learned that the best first step was to assert yourself as the Alpha...the stronger and less submissive of the group. Now what he was doing was not asserting himself as an Alpha in this situation, since that was the equivalent of executing himself for attempting it. Instead he was simply showing the wolves that stared him down that he was not afraid of them nor was he afraid of a fight if they volunteered. He relaxed in his seat and rested his elbows on the counter behind him as he gave them a rather straight face.<br/><br/>"The staring contest is getting kinda old. I should give them something to stare at..." Teagan said, grumbling.<br/><br/>"Oh?" Jonathan said with a curious tone of voice, "Did you have anything in mind?"