"Did you know what the fuck you just did?" Hanely gritted his teeth, glaring at Carl with obvious murderous intent.
Carl froze for a second, then forced a smile, trying to ease Hanley's fury.
"Well, don't be mad. I'm just kidding… Just my habit. I don't want to ruin your relationship with your classmates."
…
"But if you think about it, isn't it also a good thing for you?" Carl smirked, trying to justify himself.
"What do you mean?" Hanley scoffed, crossing his arms, waiting for Carl's answer. It seemed he wasn't actually that furious about what Carl had done.
Carl realized the mood was leaning in his favor, so he spoke more politely, gathering all his slyness to convince Hanely.
"Marsh is a wild hound—you'll never be able to keep him under control. Even when he looks obedient, he's more dangerous than my little sister. Take me as an example: he used to be at my feet, but now… just look at him."
