Ramsey let out a low whine as he looked around the room that they had been caged in. After the mist came, the more human part of him had been completely knocked out, but the fire in his blood burned through the drugs quickly.
Unfortunately for him, it wasn't quick enough and the Queen had been taken away.
"Whining won't help," snarled the man inside the door, sounding more like an animal than the Hellhound himself. "And it is just grating on my nerves. If you are simply going to roll over and show your belly, let me out, and I'll take care of everything."
"Take care of everything?" sneered Ramsey, his low whine completely cut off thanks to Tank needling him. "And exactly what can you take care of? Have you joined us to the Queen? No, you haven't. You have been pussyfooting around everything, trying to put on one face and being completely different inside. You should have been a demon, not a hound."
