"C'mon, you're th' psychologist here."

At that, Teige literally slapped his knee, letting out a sharp bark of a laugh. He launched himself to his feet. "I'm not a god damn psychologist, Sunshine!! I didn't even finish my undergrad! I got thiiis close--" he pinched his fingers together so that his claws were less than an inch apart, "--and t'en me stepda got snatched by slavers in me last year and I never went back to class. POOF!" he shouted. "All t'at time and money wasted!"

Hawk didn't say anything, just stared in surprise as Teige wrestled with the envelope in his hands.

"And now," he growled, "I've got all t' way here, by t' grace a' God--and now--I'm thiiis close to letting it feckin' slip t' feck away!!"

He tore one end of the envelope off and extracted a nondescript folded piece of paper from inside, which he thrust at Hawk.