"I shall leave when the Captain leaves with me and not before. He's had enough playing army. Boy, I am giving you an order," He snarls, though he is sensible enough not to advance on the six-foot-tall angry general. He expects wholly that Burr will comply, eventually. Headstrong though he has been, a beating had never failed to make him yield.

Burr is still on the floor, and when he speaks his words are slow and sluggish.

"I shall not leave with you sir. My family is here."

Edwards growls, his own alpha growl, but there is no avenue for him to press his case, outside resorting to physical violence. And Hamilton himself is snarling, and the room is effused with aggression scents and challenges.

"I take no leave of you," Edwards says, "for you have earned none. You shall not be welcome in any parish of mine, nor shall you be allowed to set foot in my home, regardless of the sorry state this bastard whoreson shall no doubt leave you," and if they allow him, he leaves.