Howard looks back and forth between the devil he knows, and...well, no, this is basically both the devils he doesn't know. But at least he's figured that all Grey wants to do is skewer him like a piece of pork. Aunamee is still a terrifying unknown factor.

He gets to his feet, feeling weakness in his injured leg, wondering if he should just run for it now. He can't get anywhere too fast. His eyes keep going back to the blood-tipped spear in Grey's hand.