All he could manage in response, politely, as she sidled up to him, was an "okay."
He wasn't sure which was sharper, the shard or her actual teeth. Either way, twitching was not an option. That was fine, Brusque was very good at staying still.
Even if she was very close and her teeth were very pointy.
It actually started to pop out in an anticlimatic 'poik' noise as the gap in his teeth closed up. The end of it was still jammed within the very tips, but it was there. He was still not moving, just in case. Teeth. Such pretty teeth.