I gave the demon wolf my best wolf-eyed glare. The same one that's made countless people and monsters cower in fear.
Okay, that may have been an exaggeration, but it was a fact that my wolf-eyed glare was pretty good.
The demon wolf wasn't intimidated though. Fenrisúlfr's all-too-human eyes just gazed coolly back at me.
I continued to glare at him.
It continued to look at me calmly.
This stare-down lasted long seconds. Long enough for Liara to elbow me on the shoulder.
"We're not in the Wild West and you're no Clint Easterwood," she reminded me. "Stop trying to stare it down already."
The fact that she knew the name of one of the best gunslingers ever to grace Western cinema kept me from being annoyed with my fiancé for interrupting this mental battle between me and my nemesis.
I sighed.
"I didn't lose," I insisted.