One of Sabakuzare's ears twitched with obvious annoyance. He turned and glared at Rikki--giving him one of those 'evil eye' looks, and hissed softly, "This, sir, has nothing to do with you. Now, I'd appreciate it if you'd turn around and walk back to whatever corner of this god-forsaken town you came from. I have business that I have to attend to." Well, Saba didn't lose his temper often, but when he did, this seemed to happen. He'd get quite nasty, not wanting anyone to cramp his style. "Come, Corcel!" Saba said, his voice deadly soft. "We need to talk. Outside."
Corcel let out a small whimper as Saba snarled at the man. Oh, how could he be so mean? Stealing stuff was one thing, especially when that person was overally rich, but just going and yelling at some defenseless little guy, now that was just mean. "No, no, no!" Corcel protested. The little [or rather, big] guy wasn't in any mood to go outside, alone, with an angry Sabakuzare. Turning desperately toward Rikki, he sputtered, "P-Please Mr. Nice Guy, don't make me go out! I wanna stay!"