Draiss had turned away, unclenching his fist, and said, "Fine."<br/><br/>Even as he said that, a few drops of blood dropped from his finger tips, as the claws had broken the skin, and landed on the ground. He removed his pack, and flipped a wing out to steady his balance as the pack got caught, and cursed under his breath as the muscles began to spasm, the last beating for being 'cute' still making itself known to him. He stripped off his shirt and dug his claws into the protesting muscle, trying to get it to stop spasming.<br/>