[Armitage noisily spits to the side to get the superfluous taste of Kylo Ren out of his mouth. The glob of spit is perhaps a touch too thick, and tinted a strange color, but Hux does not leave his eyes on it. He's too busy glaring daggers at the other man for that.
But his words are spoken as a command, and therefore he cannot resist the urge to follow.
Instead, he rebels the only way his mind can think of:]
no subject
But his words are spoken as a command, and therefore he cannot resist the urge to follow.
Instead, he rebels the only way his mind can think of:]
Oh are we?
[He's going to die mad about this.]