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Aldric's eye twitched in annoyance at the word "Pupper", and a coil of Amber swirled through his eyes, and before he reached out to shake Scarlette's hand, he huffed, this time in annoyance. "I'm not a dog." he would state sternly, but simply, before reaching out and taking her hand in his, his handshake firm, but also gentle in a way as it wasn't over-powering. "I'm a man like any other in this prison." he added, his tone still stern.

He let go of her hand and looked to Vitas. "The meal was fine; small, but fine. Rare is too cold; somewhere between medium rare and medium....therein lies the perfect meat." he said; not that she'd answer his desires with what he wanted, but hey, a guy could hope. He tilted his head too either side, cracking his neck, a soft, passive growl escaping his throat. His eyes narrowed and he looked to Vitas; it seemed that he was a bit un-trusting of her; or that a portion of his secondary personality was present since he was called a "Pupper" instead of a man.

He did hate that; it was still marked in his file. But for now, it seemed he was under control.