Alvin considered himself pretty familiar with Frank, but even he felt a little nervous looking at Frank's eyes right now.
He glanced around. There didn't seem to be anything nearby Frank could "kill" to blow off steam, so Alvin finally scooped little Morgan out of Alita's arms. Still riding high after her milk-drunk adventure, she was promptly deposited into the arms of the irritable old executioner...
When Morgan pawed at Frank's chest, then pouted in displeasure and looked ready to start wailing, Alvin sighed, picked up Captain, and offered him to the little demon as a drinking companion. Then, seeing Frank's awkward expression, he smiled. "Don't be like that! Could you dial back the bloodlust a little?
"My back's drenched in cold sweat..."
Frank looked down at Morgan, who was happily babbling and flailing in his arms. He glared at her, trying to intimidate the squirming little thing.
Instead, the little troublemaker chirped, "Abba, abba," and gave Frank a bright smile...
Completely unfazed by the sort of bloodlust that could make a person wet their pants, she wrapped her arms and legs around the struggling Captain and clamped her mouth around one of his perpetually damp ears...
Seeing Frank at a loss, Alvin laughed. "Stop scowling all the time!
"Things are the way they are. You might as well smile while you kill those bastard wizards. That's better than scaring the hell out of your own people!
"Man, you looked like you were asking me for a few 'death quotas' from the Punisher's Office...
"That's no good. We're a school. And Nick's fine, isn't he..."
Frank's expression softened a little. Irritably, he pinched Captain's mouth shut to make him behave, then looked at Alvin. "We should leave at once and take out that Black Witch...
"I've set up a line