[Beckett snorts faintly and immediately regrets it. Bloody hell his face hurts.]

On the list of undignified things people have done to me in order to break or avoid a frenzy, this would rank about... thirty-fourth. A little worse than squirting a blood bag at me from three feet away, but not nearly as bad as being restrained with a workhorse's harness and bit, or the whiskey barrel incident. And no, I am not ever mentioning those again.