Mad Dog's eyes narrowed on me as if the dumb fuck couldn't quite figure out what was going on. "You bitch—" he started the moment his mouth was able to move fast enough to form words.
"Nope," I sighed, snapping my fingers and freezing his mouth again. "If you aren't going to be polite, then you are going to stand there and be silent."
Pulling out a glass of sweet tea and a cup of hot tea, I handed the hot tea to Mad Dog, manipulating his muscles so that he could hold it. "I am pretty sure that your people drink tea for everything, so maybe this will make you feel more at home," I smirked at him as I took a sip from my glass.
I was very comfortable on my oversized chair, but I couldn't help but feel like I had a tiger by the tail.
Well.
Kind of.
It wasn't that I was scared of what Mad Dog could do to me when time managed to resume so much as what I needed to do to get my point across.