[ Like before, he doesn’t flinch. But there’s something telling in Carver’s stillness that a good fighter would know to click. Whatever the Hell this man is, he’s a threat. One of the strangest that Carver’s ever gone up against. And who just—summoned candy out of thin air, apparently.
no subject
Carver narrows his eyes. ]
What sort of things?
[ He doesn’t give his name easily. ]