Davian affected a look of shock and hurt feelings when Mr. Farrowe immediately cast blame on him. "I didn't do shit!" He professed, eyes wide, hands up. "Why you gotta point fingers at me, Teach? Little shorty over here just has spasms sometimes. Not my problem."
He folded his arms and sulked down in his chair, but there was an amused upturn of his lips when he looked at Sasha again. "Sure does squeal like a pig, though." he murmured quietly.