Bole seemed to barely hear Roth's words about the mouse as he watched it biting him. It gave up after a moment and went back to attempting to escape his grip. A simple mind. One that would only understand pain, and the absence of it. Bole lifted his finger to his mouth and sucked the blood dripping to clear off the wound.
The sound of his name however... It triggered something in him, and his posture changed. He stiffened up and lifted his eyes. Glaring out from under his greasy hair, his lips peeled back in a snarl he uttered a single word. "No."