[Third time's the charm, surely. Lobelia is more fox than wolf, incisors sharp enough to rend, but he's minding his manners like a good boy should. He could swallow Ramuda whole if he wished, but that would be such a waste. Slow indulgences are always sweeter.

He follows Ramuda's gaze to the meat hooks overhead and lets a soft laugh slip out. A giraffe... Lobelia reaches up to tap one of the hooks with a fingertip, setting it swaying gently.]

If you think about their intended purpose, they're quite practical. These hooks are meant to hold bodies, after all.

[He glances back at Ramuda, smile curling, equal parts wicked and indulgent.]

Which means it would be the simplest thing in the world to string you up in here.

[Not that he could — Ramuda is quicker than he looks — and certainly not that Ramuda would take the threat as anything but a joke.]