Luvander sends the 'Friends' an amused look, wishing he could inform them exactly how used he is to this sort of posturing and intimidation tactics - and that's from people who were his friends. But contrary of popular opinion, Luvander occasionally decides not to say something that crosses his mind.

"Yes," he says slowly instead, as if he's really pondering the question. "Yes, I rather think I do." He raises an eyebrow in surprise as the sudden hoard of rats, but well, maybe that can be useful. "And so do they, apparently."

But honestly, standoffs where both parties just try to scare the other off can go on forever, and it's quite boring, so a moment later a knife suddenly flashes in Luvander's hand. He still smiles just as pleasantly, though. "Your move, sweethearts."