"that's probably true" he noted the change in his companion's deminor, was he feeling the same bloodthirsty urges that Vincent had welling up inside? he felt his hand slowly go to his wand, a part of him aching for Shurkroat to try anything, this bastard didn't trust him, this fucking bastard was just like all the other self-rightious adventurers. judge, jury, and... NO<br/>"put" he panted heavily speaking through his teeth "the sword down, and stay in control of yourself, or I will blast your arm off"<br/>He had to remain in control of himself, part of him ached for the bloodshed, but he'd been subject to compulsion magic before, under his abusive master, he might've not known what it was, but he held it back with raw stubborness.