You'll stay out of my way. [Tyki repeats, steady and calm, quiet to the shell of the boy's ear.
He twists his wrist further.] Or the next time you intrude, it won't be you whose wrist I break. Whose chest my fingers will play in and whose screams you'll get to hear, loud and clear.
[He chuckles, and as if on cue, from his wrist to his fingertips his hand disappears inside the cavity of Helix's chest. His forearm continues to apply pressure while he just gently makes the intruding presence known by tapping his fingertips along ribs for a lovely internal orchestra of feeling.] And you.
[He doesn't move his head much, just an inclination and a low lidded golden gaze.] Stay quiet and mind your business right now or I'll give you a handful of your little boyfriend's insides.