"Don't speak to me that way little girl..i was doing my best not to have us all burnt to a crisp..." The rabbitfolk growled back at Clotho,He felt his own rage coming up mostly at himself and would be a bit irritated if he was confronted again.The worst thing would be talking to the Master who would be angry at him.

Seeing his wolf with a smile summoning his companion over who was resting for a moment to stand by his side,Taking a swig of his flask wanting to feel a bit tipsy wiping the contents form near his mouth. D'Artagnan then put his flask away feeling terrible then already did for messing up on his job.