Barbossa teasing Tiny Mando in the box, using his finger nail to poke him and have the vampire chase it in circles for retribution.
Mando, dizzy and tired, falls over. The pirate laughs, slapping his knee.
“Not so tough now, are ya, Matador? I am rather fond of this! Glad someone decided to give you to us.”
The vampire crawls into a corner, angry and not uttering a word; miniscule eyes glowing in the shadows.
“Oh don’t be like that! Have a sense of fun!”
A screech answers him, small and failing to be mighty. Mando can only curl up in shame.
*I come in and rescue Tiny Mando, give him cuddles cos he needs them*