"Well, a few things make sense now," Connor concurred thickly, unsatisfied with the rambled reasoning. Jaw set hard, his eyes wandered to the pale wrist he clutched. He scanned the scars for a long moment, observing in calculating silence.Wolfram froze as Connor grabbed his arm with a vice-like grip. He winced, pleading he would let go, one because his scars where plainly visible, and two, this man was scary.
"Well, I mean...If you want to talk to my physcotic father who abandoned me go right ahead. He'd probably murder you before you even got the chance to speak though." He replied, doing his best to hide his nervousness. He glanced at Bleddyn, and tried pulling his hand away with no avail. "S-sir, I-I assure you I wasn't do anything to her. I-I was j-just making sure s-she was a-alright, l-like I would with anyone..."
Then something snapped.
Eyes glittering eerily, Connor wheeled around to face Wolfram fully. He slammed the teen's wrist free from his grip, then moved to loom over the shorter boy with a minacious canid snarl.
"Stay away from my daughter."