[A familiar knot clenches inside him: anger, hatred, disgust, distrust. Of course the human had found her and taken advantage of her willingness to trust. She didn't know any better yet.]
I know him. [his tone betrays nothing of the loathing he holds for Frey.] ...You don't have to call me 'mister', you know.
[voice - September 1]
I know him. [his tone betrays nothing of the loathing he holds for Frey.] ...You don't have to call me 'mister', you know.