You are wrong. [Ragnar looks over at Ivar and then back at Dodger, grabbing the back of his neck. He gives him a hard shove, moving him off the little old dock and onto the grassy embankment.] I would say we have a very good idea what we are doing.

[He forced Dodger down onto the grass, prodding the back of his knees with a foot to make them buckle if he doesn't go down willingly. Kneeling, he pulled his axe out, the blade in Dodger's face to drive his warning home.] Do you want to call your dog off, or would you prefer we take care of him for you?

We have a lot to do. We would not want him getting in the way.