[Scientist though he may be, Scorpius is ruthless, and did not survive as long as he has by allowing others to take advantage of his chief weak spots. Namely, the doll of him sitting on his desk. He eyes it, and then turns back to Horatio, mild and calm once again as he cradles the lieutenant's own doll with delicate precision]
[He's not a brawler by nature, though, and the punch is wild enough that he avoids most of it, turning his body to one side and grimacing as knuckles hit his leather-clad shoulder. Two fingers wrap tightly around the doll's throat]
Cease these actions, Horatio. I don't wish to fight you. Only to understand.
[These are calm words, for someone determined to see what happens when you squeeze the breath out of a human]
Private/Spam
[He's not a brawler by nature, though, and the punch is wild enough that he avoids most of it, turning his body to one side and grimacing as knuckles hit his leather-clad shoulder. Two fingers wrap tightly around the doll's throat]
Cease these actions, Horatio. I don't wish to fight you. Only to understand.
[These are calm words, for someone determined to see what happens when you squeeze the breath out of a human]