[ Link watches the chutzpah play out before him without saying anything. Well — he is saying quite a lot, actually, just not with words. His offer to share the meat might be interpreted by some as a concession, but he does not break eye contact with the man the entire time. He watches him carefully, unflinching and unintimidated, even as he seats himself across from Link and brazenly pulls the plate towards the center of the table with his greasy, licked hand. ]
Who are you? [ Link rests his crossed arms on the table and stares. ]
no subject
Who are you? [ Link rests his crossed arms on the table and stares. ]