"No, you didn't." Grim said as he extended a now gloved hand to grasp Tsai's wrist in a non-to delicate fashion and lifting it away from the sketchbook before she caused anymore damage, hardly noticing the sicknening discomfort that was the effect of her caustic secreations. He felt anger towards the Dryad for ruining the drawing, but it was more out of principle then anything else. What she destroyed was nothing more than a practice, so he would make such a big fuss over it. "Now then, unless you think you can take me in a fight, I suggest you find someplace else to sit if my presence bothers you. Whether or not you stay, I'll commence on another piece of my work and if you try to mess this one up, you'll lose your hand Do I make myself clear, Dryad, or do I need to prove that this is no hollow threat." 

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