Durrum marched across the room to loom over the rabbit. “You know how this place works,” he said, more accusation than question. “Yep,” the rabbit said, not bothering to look up at him. “Also, can you back off? You’re twice my height, which leaves me looking at a bag of rocks. Congratulations on what you’ve got going on there, by the way, but not what I want hanging in front of my face.”
