"...Master?!" Jabba was so stunned by the sudden outburst that he could practically feel every hair across his body standing on end at that moment.
His Master was not someone accustomed to cursing in the first place, certainly not openly and with this kind of genuine hostility behind his words.
And his Master's body language had changed just as noticeably, to such a shocking degree that Jabba could hardly reconcile the man before him with Robin's usual appearance.
His left leg had begun moving restlessly in small, tense motions, while the eyes staring toward the distant horizon had become unusually sharp and focused, as though instead of empty space he were looking directly at his most hated enemy. His left hand had also risen to cover his mouth and press firmly against it, almost as though he were physically trying to stop himself from saying anything more... or perhaps he was simply squeezing his own face in an attempt to relieve some of the anger building inside him.
