There was nothing brutal about him, no hint of ferocity, only a finished antagonism as flawless as his chivalry, a strength of self-suppression that made him superb.
No one noticed Chris's proximity.

All were too deeply engrossed with the matter in hand.

But suddenly Cinders, who loved law and order in all things pertaining to the human race, scented combat in the air.

It was enough.

Cinders would permit no brawling among his betters if he could by any means prevent it.