His back jaw ticked. The flare of power, of heat, it curled around him as the shifter paced around him. It curled, but was just out of reach. Muscles jerked, shivered. It was close, tantalizingly close. He could just reach out, wrap himself in that warmth, that power, but he waited.
"To some. You are always welcome to leave, business is concluded. Or, you are welcome to use anything, anything, in this room."
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