That look's intense enough for Bolin to sneak a wary glance over his shoulder, just in case there's a polar bear-dog stampeding through the room or something. Fortunately, the air remains refreshingly polar bear-dog free.

He slants a look back at Harry. "You know," he says after a thoughtful beat, "that's actually not too bad a strategy. But, uh, you okay, dude?"

It's like that pocket of air kicked a kitten or something.