Even with the warning, Ienzo started as his feet left the ground. True, he'd noted the state of the streets - hard not to, when he was closer to it than most people might be - but that didn't mean he was a child. He hadn't been that young in years, and although he was careful to not squirm so much that Aeleus would be forced to drop him, he did turn to favor him with a thoroughly displeased look.

He wasn't so young as all that, and although he didn't offer anything beyond his disapproving gaze, his silence easily spoke volumes. So why use his voice, when a single look could do just as well?