[ Theon is not a tall man. He’s the shortest man in his family, downright shrimpy compared to his uncle Victarion, and it would appear that Loras has quite a bit of height on him as well. He probably should have learned long ago when to back down, but he’s too stubborn, too proud, and especially too foolish.
At least they’re equally as petulant. ]
You’ve made it my concern.
[ He smiles, but it isn’t a kind smile. It’s the tight, teeth-gritting smile of a man on edge, a man who could very well snap at any moment. ]
You've yet to step through that door at all, haven't you? Are you too frightened?
[ Breaking out the mockery a bit soon there, aren’t you Theon? ]
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At least they’re equally as petulant. ]
You’ve made it my concern.
[ He smiles, but it isn’t a kind smile. It’s the tight, teeth-gritting smile of a man on edge, a man who could very well snap at any moment. ]
You've yet to step through that door at all, haven't you? Are you too frightened?
[ Breaking out the mockery a bit soon there, aren’t you Theon? ]