The human suggests to her companion that he knock you out again, and you respond by hissing at her. You suspect that she has something to do with why the troll is here, and is influencing his behavior. Speaking of the troll––he says something that you almost miss. [i]"...For fuck's sake, can you get that through your thick, impenetrable think pan?!"[/i]

This time, when you lurch to your feet, you manage to stay there, albeit swaying unsteadily, and you fix the troll with an eye that focuses on his face for only moments before losing focus. You're actually scared that you're going blind or something. Papa Prongs would have no idea what to do.

"I am not letting you anywhere near my hive and I am [i]not[/i] down for this corn-shucking budding blackrom you've got going on, partner," you growl.