"Well, let's go" Sighs Jeb, "No telling what will happen around Dante when he's like this."


Astra takes the bag from Bane and watches as he runs off too, frowning in confusion as she cuts the bag open and looks to Dante, "'Take care of him'...?"


The fang smoothly comes to a stop, and for a moment, Bane could probably feel the sense of a predator coming from him. And when he turns around, it seems like it still, but he doesnt have red eyes, or even show much at all. Instead, he gives a faint smile, and looks both amused and intrigued. "Perceptive, aren't we...?"

He looks over Bane, both as a well-trained predator, and as a soldier. A moment of tension, before a quiet chuckle, "I wouldn't worry about it. I am much better fed than my p-...boss.