we built this city on broken glass

What a curious sort of person this Henry was. That very nervousness bled from the man like an opened wound and yet he strove, almost heroically really, to conceal those tumultuous emotions. Even if they surely betrayed him. Frost near capable of smelling that discontent upon the other man's figure as he tried to brush aside Malia's own insistence that he had surely placed his lips in the wrong place. Frost making little effort to comment upon that very thing and yet it was almost amusing, truly, to see the man squirm a little beneath Malia's far more brash, open nature. Had Henry truly expected anything else? Malia's near inability to perceive those more delicate social situations a near expectation and yet the War Horse saw little need to intrude, yet, within that veritable private life Malia and Henry engaged within and Malia had already exposed. That subtle greeting between Henry and his own girlfriend was unanticipated and yet perhaps not entirely surprising. Nadya, after all, so had a habit of befriending others through her own business ventures. Frost perhaps more inclined to the curiosity of just why Nadya had hid that very knowledge from him and yet perhaps even that so hardly required any true consideration. His veritable enjoyment for destroying but anything and everything Tetradore seemed to enjoy having become something of a hobby for him in months past and yet he had long since made his peace with the other Alpha. Tetradore far more valuable as an ally then an enemy. Besides- a greater enemy existed. One far more worthy off his attentions. Such idle thoughts were interrupted by Malia's teasing words. His violet gaze meeting her own.

"Jealous? No."

He offered simply, an amusment of sorts touching those tones. Those very words lingering as if there was surely more to be added. Some emotion he merely chose not to offer as he reached to take that hand Henry offered him and afforded the other man that singular, easy shake. Frost commenting readily on that very information he'd heard about the man so far- from those wildly varying sources. The panther insisting he hoped they were all good. How very optimistic off him. That stallion allowed that ghost of a simper to find his lips once more all the same as he released Henry's hand back to him. His violet gaze briefly meeting Henry's own beneath that fringe of snowy hair. Frost hardly oblivious to Malia's near glare toward him.

"For the most part."

Those very words were hardly unfriendly in any sense, they were simply...blunt, in the fashion Frost so tended to be. Words so hardly his forte in any sense. Yet they were decidedly true. Almost all he had heard of Henry had been redeemable if nothing else. Tetradore commenting upon the man's poor hunting skills and yet that was hardly a trait to be held against him. Frost rather intrigued in every sense as to how Henry's supposed boyfriend might describe him- or even how Henry might describe himself. How unfortunate he would hardly be given the chance to query it. Frost shifted then to accompany Nadya inside that restaurant she had procured for them, his head nodded at Henry's efforts to hold open that door. Frost offering that greeting to Paolo in turn. The man seeming acquainted with Nadya if only through that Burlesque. The stallion not uninclined to admit a part of him near missed seeing Nadya move upon that stage and yet- the very masculine attention she had tended to attract had irritated him all at once. Perhaps it was better she had given away that business. Malia's query on it prompted that explanation from his lips. Frost possessing a decided patience for those he deemed worthy of it. His own pack surely falling within that category.

"It is a dance hall, of sorts. Women in costumes perform varying dance routines for entertainment. Nadya was quite good at it."

His gaze shifted to his girlfriend then. Frost not above admitting his very appreciation for those routines. Paolo insisting he would allow them time to look over that menu as the stallions attention returned to Henry once more. His affinity reaching loosely for Henry's mind if only to pry a little at what existed inside. The panthers thoughts a veritable...mess. That flurry of emotions near overwhelming and a near assault upon the often apathetic equine in turn. Any single thought was difficult to grasp as they richotched within the inside of Henry's skull. Frost offering that simple question if only to attempt to prompt that tumultuous mind into thinking clearly. A myriad of new thoughts seeming to cascade within Henry's mind then. Life as a Were so apparently proving....difficult for the man. On nearly every front. His words offering far less then his mind did as Frost merely eyed him curiously. Nadya perhaps the surprising inclusion in that moment. His girlfriend near bluntly stating that very disdain for his feline form Henry seemed inclined to hide. How amusing this was. Frost's features inclined to remain decidedly void of any true emotion all the same as that wine arrived and Henry reached eagerly, yet modestly for it. Frost reaching to sip his own as he leant back within his chair. It would be all to easy to bring the fellow undone and yet- Malia would surely become irritated with him over it. How unfortunate it was that he liked his own subordinate enough not to displease her terribly much. Frost choosing instead an unusual route in that moment, those striking violet eyes finding Henry once more, his shoulders lifted into a simple shrug before offering the man something akin to....sympathy. Almost.

"There is nothing wrong with finding disdain in life as a Were. It is hardly easy. Especially for one not born into it. We play by different rules- rules that are hard to learn when you have been tossed into the game unwillingly and mid-way through. Time will tell what sort of player you are."

That ghost of a simper seemed to find his lips once more- as if something about that final sentence was almost....amusing. His gaze meeting Henry's own levelly once more. Those words were surely true in every sense all the same. His own accidental vector had struggled just as much, if not more with her new life and inability to truly integrate into a pack. That Henry struggled was hardly surprising. Some off his choices perhaps prompting him to struggle a little more. Tetradore not the most ideal teacher in the world in turn- and yet neither was he. Henry, in a moment of bravery, content to comment on that very lack of information he seemed to have on Frost in turn. The man chuckling lightly over the notion his sources were clearly less valuable than Frost's own. If only he knew. Frost inclined to consider those very words for a moment, his finger idly tracing the rim of that glass in contemplation. Little about the Icelandic man hurried in any sense. The stallion seeming near oblivious to that silence that had settled upon the table before those cool, smooth lyrics fell from his lips once more.

"What exactly is it you would like to know? I find the truth far more entertaining than any rumour you might hear all the same."

FrosT