"Sara had some weird magical ninja bullshit going on. You don't." Mick didn't believe it, he refused to believe it. He glared as he launched forward, baring his teeth. He growled dangerously, unhappy that he was being played with like this. What was 'Leonard's' angle here? What was he playing at? "You're impersonating my dead best friend. I don't like that." It was a warning, an insistence to stop. It hurt too much, seeing Leonard like this.