Physic meds? Interesting thought. Savage never considered it an option, and really wasn't considering it now an option. Of course, Savage believed himself to be fine, and grew complacent with the night terrors he had... even the newly developed ones from this war now. "I'm sure you're not crazy." The male responded calmly. "And you knew how to live with the previous. This is newly developed trauma to the mental stability. Something you as a person, and your brain on it's own needs to learn and develop methods of coping with it." There was a shrug. Who said Savage was a dumb one.
"Oh, that is so much better." Savage rolled his eyes with a mock scoff. "Lazy. Upper management is always so lazy."
Those words left her lips. It lit an immediate fire in Savage. That fire he was so known for. He wanted to keep his cool, keep his temper in check, but of course he was Savage and Amber was who she was to him and for god fucking sake, she was not a god damn fucking toy.
Slowly Savage stood up. This conversation was over, because he had to leave before their second in command disappeared. "We're done here." Savage said as he went to walk away, though before he left fully he stopped so very close to her, his voice barely a whisper. Violent intent steaming from his body. "I'm starting to like you, a lot, but I swear to which ever god you may or may not worship... if you oh so much hint to Scarlet as being my toy again." There was that wicked smile across his lips to show, how serious he was. "I will rip your head off, and piss down your throat."
With that, he turned to walk away, and his demeanor switching like a light switch. "Do take care of that arm, Mac. We need your muscle around here, and I do get tired of kicking ass when people question your abilities as nĂºmero dos." With that stated he did a half wave to end the conversation.