Aye, betcha be gettin' a good night sleep. Don't hafta be worryin' 'bout the wee one crawlin outta anyting dey ain't-

[And there's a yelp from the raptor, and the small Troll goes FLYING a good few feet through the air, before landing in a rolling tumble by Vol'jin's feet...

...giggling.

Vol'jin sighs and picks up the kid by the leg again.]

Dis one be lookin' fa death fasta den an old Troll like can be keepin' up...