*Malba watches the boy's face pale with a widening smirk. Yeah, turning this around on the kid? Pretty satisfying. ... Not that he can understand a word the brat says, thanks to that sleeve in his mouth. The hybrid can't help but let out a laugh at this. God, the kid... so fucking adorable.
Not that he's gonna let him off that easy.* --What was that, brat? Didn't quite make it out. What was it you want me to do, exactly?-- *he inquires again, this time telepathically. A little harder to muffle his words through a mind-link, now wasn't it.*