Gulp - I turned around viewing the destruction I had seen earlier.
"You did that? Because of me? Aw, come on, did you have a special affinity to your pants? Hmmmmmmmmm...."
I observed Nero's face closer, he really seemed bewildered and was apparently giving me the blame for his state. Why me, Freud, why me?
"Well, Nero, if you were a male human I'd say you should take care of your testosterone hormones or have yourself examined by a healer. But as you are a half-demon, I have no clue... no clue absolutely. I didn't do anything to you, maybe you're in some sort of shapechanging state? On the verge to become a human for one day or night? Now, be sensible, we've got a bounty on our heads, are short of trousers, stranded in a strange world, surrounded by enemies: Could this have caused a sort of mental disorder in your body? Even half-demons can only take a certain amount of stress?"
What is stress? No clue, but it sounded good.
He glared at me... Wow, we were in for a contest
"Nero..." I tried again, "get a grip on yourself, meditate, ask your sword, your Gods or whatsoever. But, please, leave Wolfy in peace. He means a lot to me and if you're going to harm one single hair, you're going to taste the same medicine. Even if your coat is fire-resistant - I bet, he won't resist the combo of Sparks + Rinse + Purify, ok?"
