That pathetic attempt at redirecting his ire wasn't going to work. Fenris knew that he ought to kill him and be done with it. Giving an abomination a chance was just asking for trouble. Anders was proof of that. But something stayed his hand.

It wasn't mercy or optimism. Fenris was low on both of those. When he considered, he recognized it as am irritating form of pragmatism: they were all meant to be crewmates on this ship. Likely killing one without provocation would led to trouble.

So he scoffed, glaring at the thing. Then he turned and walked away. He would keep an eye on it. If it gave him a reason, he'd do what needed to be done.