Another low grumble and Gibney let the subject drop. He healed fast, he did not have a problem, outside of shedding, that was. It did not seem as if he was going to be able to convince the guy of that, so he simply tried to let it go. Getting a feral to let go of something before they were good and ready to was, of course, quite the challenge.
The snap of the gloves once again put his fur on end, a hint of a growl tearing from his chest. Ugh, what was it about this guy? "I'll try," he rumbled, though something in his tone suggested he would like nothing more than to boot the man in the face. He turned his eyes away and waited, letting his feet dangle, hands wrapped around the edges of the bench. No killing, Gibs, no killing, not this time.