[oho, is that so? He arches an eyebrow real high.]

I believe you, but I would not be able to accommodate you if you tried. I'm sorry, but instinct and training require that I stop you.

[It's all hypothetical anyway, hopefully they never reach the point where they have to pit themselves against each other. That would just be terrible.]

At least the beast following me is large enough that I can see it to warn you. In fact, right now, I should say that unless you want to even the odds between us that you not attempt to enter the kitchen no matter how cold your tea might be. [bastard is still right in the doorway]