"You little..." One of Layn's added escorts couldn't handle the insult. He laid his hand down on the handle of his sword, stepping forward as he started to pull it out.
"Stay where you are, you idiot," Layn scolded the enthusiastic youth. For a moment, the archmage took on the same face he would wear on a human battlefield. The face he used to ward off against the weaker-willed enemies. He then turned to the wolf monster before nodding his head yet again. "I apologize for that. It seems I need to train those youths far further," the archmage added, casting a deadly stare at the man guilty of the negotiation's hiccup.
"Oh, I do not mind at all," the wolf-monster assured before leaning its long head to the side in a pretty cute manner. "That is, as long as we will account for it while striking the new deal," it added.
