His tone's scolding, though fairly mild. Now that he's more serene than amused, the sadism is starting to really show through, and with a completely unnecessary wave of his hand the Fimbles close in behind Dean, intending to hold him in place - at least, as much as they can with their stubby T-Rex arms. Clifford stills for a moment as Gabriel appears beside him, one hand buried in the fur of the Clifford's flank.
"Good boy, Cliff." He pats the dog with a little more glee than affection, then turns his attention back to Dean. "Tell me, Dean... how sorry are you feeling? Oh, and uh... before you answer, I should probably let you know that any answer short of begging on your knees for forgiveness, and you're Kibbles 'n' Bits."
It's not true, of course. Any apology is all Gabriel really wants, now that he's had the satisfaction of seeing Dean beaten up by Fimbles and Clifford the Big Red Dog already. Still, it's always fun to watch him squirm.
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His tone's scolding, though fairly mild. Now that he's more serene than amused, the sadism is starting to really show through, and with a completely unnecessary wave of his hand the Fimbles close in behind Dean, intending to hold him in place - at least, as much as they can with their stubby T-Rex arms. Clifford stills for a moment as Gabriel appears beside him, one hand buried in the fur of the Clifford's flank.
"Good boy, Cliff." He pats the dog with a little more glee than affection, then turns his attention back to Dean. "Tell me, Dean... how sorry are you feeling? Oh, and uh... before you answer, I should probably let you know that any answer short of begging on your knees for forgiveness, and you're Kibbles 'n' Bits."
It's not true, of course. Any apology is all Gabriel really wants, now that he's had the satisfaction of seeing Dean beaten up by Fimbles and Clifford the Big Red Dog already. Still, it's always fun to watch him squirm.