[A low, rumbling growl escapes from the jackal, and he snaps his jaw angrily, as if dispatching this rat before him.] No, it fucking well wasn't. You don't know what you did, [he says, and begins scratching at the floor again.] And how many times do I have to tell you I didn't do this until it sticks?

[He's beginning to score some marks in the wood with his methodical digging.] When this is over, you and me, we're going to have a talk. You're going to hear a story. And maybe then you'll realize why what you did was the worst possible thing you could do to me. [And the growl still hasn't let up. Maybe being this predator's getting to him.]