It sure seemed like the excuses had stopped working, Fury had started growing impatient. So too did he seem to start figuring things out, the inconsistencies in his lies. Fear and confusion had caused Dunnaman to make mistakes, even the facade of ignorance had seemed to be unmasked. There was a little time for him to respond to the first question, but he came up with nothing to say. Nothing he could say would work as a distraction anymore, it seemed. Maybe totally innocuous conversation would distract him. Of all the things he's tried so far this was the most illogical. 

Fury had begun to pace, a sign of irritation and anger. For a moment he had turned away from Dunnaman, he took this opportunity to lower his arms for the first time. That was a relief at least, now he wasn't totally held defenseless. More and more pacing, that oppressive aura ever present between the pair. The movements of Fury's head, the way he walked, he was deep in thought as he moved. Fury turned on his heel once more as he paced, Dunnaman saw his face and the furrows of anger on it. Standing there he gritted his teeth slightly, trying to muster up the courage to speak. 

Just looking at Fury made him uncomfortable, and now it was worse. It looked like he was on the breaking point. People on the breaking point were often irra- His thought process paused for a moment. Irrational! The innocuous conversation might work, irrational thought met with irrational thought might be a big enough distraction. Alternatively it might literally blow up in his face, and he still has little in the way of knowledge of what he's capable of.

If it worked, that would be splendid! Save an unknown amount of lives from a lunatic of unknown ability by using his wit. If it doesn't work, he might have to turn tail and run. "Wahl, yah. Thahs plahneht ehs quaht nahs. Sahve fehr the haht ahr. Burnehn mah ahss ehn the sahn, yah fehl?" It sure did seem like he was making no effort to actually leave, maybe that was what he was going for. Maybe he was trying to make Fury believe he had every intention to stay here. For one reason or another, a lot of things were just happening to him.

Dunnaman had suddenly felt a nightmarish combination of emotions once he laid eyes on Fury.
Fury had shown up on this planet because of a battle between Dunnaman and some scouts. 

Wait. . .

If Fury showed up because of the scouts, that meant that they were with him. If he couldn't keep Fury from learning about the people back on that planet, he might bring down the full might of whatever empire they serve under. Dunnaman shivered, the hair on his body stood on end again and sparked slightly. Panic made him energize the air around himself for a moment, this was much worse than his own self preservation. They might be able to survive just Fury, but an entire army!? 

[i]Oh Gods![/i]