The jackal speaks, muffled through but he seems undisturbed by the act.
Or rather, unaffected? If anything, he was more concerned on the germs that Obsidius might have gathered.
"Are you so unruly you have to grab my face? Let go, /calf/. You won't like when my patience wears."
Alright.
That was it.
Large hand reaches and grabs him by the face, hard.
"Are you so stupid that you don't even know what 'stop' means? Or are you so much of a whore that this is what you were aiming for the entire time?"
Talk about 180.