[Murdoc is very, very lucky to have a friend in Dolores at that particular moment. Rhys's fingers had been relaxing, the better to drop the smaller man, shove him around, palm the back of his head, and slam his face down on one of the tabletops, hopefully breaking his nose and possibly his jaw, if he could manage it. He was so tired of the constant harrassment. He had been a member of the Wizengamot, damn it, and had done more for wizards with his pronouncement and verdicts than this sullen little brat could ever hope to, and yet he was treated like some sort of back alley thug who was just waiting to paw at Dolores and sully her virtue, or corrupt the very children he had come to teach.

IT IS INTOLERABLE.

And he almost doesn't stop, even with the vampire there. Murdoc has, after all, been acting as though she were a giddy schoolgirl who could be bamboozled by whatever he thought Rhys was, behaving as though she were incapable of taking care of herself, and that is just as bad. His grip tightens for a moment ... and then he releases Murdoc roughly, shoving him back - it's probably not safe for him to remain within arm's reach.]

You disgust me. [snarls] You are an over-indulged child, enamored of the sound of your own voice. Best be careful how many time you poke the tiger. I WILL NOT BE PATIENT WITH YOU FOREVER.