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Dinner's long since gone, but Wells is still in the Bar. He's looking for people this time, and maybe a wolf. Depends on who he can find first, really.

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Wells snorts. "Call me mad, but I get the feeling anyone who tried that'd read about a mysterious mass slaughter of all the workers at said Chinese takeaway in the next morning's paper."

*He licks his paw, showing juuuuust a little bit of ivory claw.*

Only if I left enough for the authorities to tell it was a mass slaughter. And, that would presuppose I went after the honest workers at all. I may just go after the one who said they would hand me over. It would save a lot of effort on my part.

"Fair enough," Wells says. "No sense wasting perfectly good vengeance on the undeserving."

He's had some time to consider the topic, after all.

It will keep there from being a bloody mass slaughter, and might keep the person from making such remarks.

I would have to do it outside the bar, though. I would rather not be in the cells.

"They're not much fun," Wells agrees. "Three days in them's more than enough for me, thanks."

*He smiles.* I have had the good fortune never to spend any time in them.

*Not that he hasn't done plenty of things worth being locked up for.*

"Lucky you. It was preventative, for me." He scratches his nose. "And I did ask for it. Some nights you just know you're gonna do something really fucking stupid if you don't take steps."

I make sure to take steps, usually. Making sure I am not caught, for one, or planning any action to take place where the rules do not reach. *He continues to clean his fur, making sure he is pure as the driven snow.*

Wells considers this.

"Sounds like you're a damn fine example of a cat, then," he says. Not accusatorily, mind. Just.... that's how cats are, to his way of thinking.

*Yrael smiles toothily up at him.*

Spend a few millenia shaped like one and you would be, too.

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