[He's almost completely healed now, so that doesn't hurt as much as it could have, but he still folds into a right angle over one of the tables and lets out a wheezing breath as the edge cuts into the tender spot below his ribs.

He straightens up, brushing down his shirt and using all of his remaining energy not to wince, eyes smouldering.]

Regret it? I'll make you regret everything you said tonight. All of us will. I do have a pack, and they're not gonna like your attitude about us. So I'd watch your back for awhile.