He bristles at Dodger's mention of his attack being 'cute.' Godsdammit, he's back to square one again with this dog. He wonders how cute he'd think it if Ivar drove a knife through one of his eyes again or cut off an ear. Really, losing body parts was the only way Dodger ever seemed learned anything.

He taps the knife thoughtfully on his knuckles as he shifts it from his left to right hand. It seems he's giving the challenge some serious thought. "Not yet. You'll give me a reason soon enough." Dodger can never keep his mouth shut long enough to keep from pissing Ivar off.