[ he's settled a bit now, at least: he knows better than to throw a tantrum, and he's even-keeled for her visit even if she might have cost him a valuable fighting partner. ]

He's strong. Strong will, strong character, strong in a fight. I like that.

[ simply. there's something else too, but he's not going to touch on that, on how he sees himself in anderson and anderson refuses to see it.

as for iscariot, well, he shrugs. ]

They're as zealous as him, but probably easier to control.

[ then--he sighs, flopping over to rest his head in her lap. ]

He doesn't care if he makes friends. I need to talk to him about the consequences of running amok since it reflects badly on us too. I'm never going to yank his leash, but we have to come to some sort of agreement.