we built this city on broken glass

It was almost curious, really, that tension of sorts that seemed to exist more readily between Nadya and Henry then even Henry and himself and yet Frost had long since become aware Nadya's nature did not ender her to all- her protectiveness for her children and for her pack so often prompting a directness of sorts from her others so often found surprising and yet, he knew, such directness came from care all the same. Nadya cared for Malia. Her method of displaying that very care so prompting a near overt judgmentalism of Henry in turn. Tetradore's little creation decidedly defensive of himself and yet perhaps such a thing was hardly surprising when faced with spending time in the company of another pack. Frost's wn attention lingered upon Malia then as the woman so attempted to divert that very train of conversation in her quest for food. The stallion allowing that faint flicker of a simper to trace his lips, even if only fleetingly, before Henry assured her that food took a little time to be prepared when made fresh. That tension, in the least, seemed to readily diffuse as Nadya insisted instead Henry should make a point to meet Jackal, that little mexican man whom took care of most of Tetradore and Tobias' affairs with running that floating battle dome. Frost himself so commenting on his efforts to assist Raven of late in turn. Those thoughts that all but rushed to the forefront of Nadya's mind hardly missed in that moment if only for their potency. Nadya's mind, after all, was the one he knew by far the best of any gathered here. Those thoughts offered to his girlfriend alone then. "Never near the house. I know of your feelings on that. I would not have them come to harm."

Nadya teased softly Malia's talent for finding trouble then. Frost, as always, content to merely listen to that conversation. Malia having done decidedly well tonight for being so desperately out of her depth even if Henry had not appreciated all off her conversation. How little that panther realised how much Frost had known already. Little of that information Malia had offered any sort of news to him at all and yet that was a conversation for Malia and Henry alone if they so chose to pursue whatever relationship it was they seemed to be engaged within. His own attention shifted back to Henry in turn. Frost nothing short of decidedly calm as always as he queried after that arrow wound Malia had sustained and Henry had managed to take care off. Arrow removal, after all, was hardly a common talent for a man to possess. The war horse decidedly curious as to how, or where, Henry had gained such a skill. The other man insisting he held no army training, but rather, had gained a veritable plethora of knowledge from a life on the street, How very curious. Frost finding himself near intrigued with what other tales this Henry might have to tell. Resourcefulness, after all, was a much undervalued skill. Hopefully one Tetradore would not squander within his Vector.

"It was good of you to do as you did. Malia is fortunate to have a met you that night."

That undercurrent of an approval of sorts lingered within those very words. Frost so rarely inclined to offer any sort of praise to any being and yet he could hardly deny Henry had made himself useful that night in assuring Malia's safety. That, if nothing else, a decidedly redeeming factor. The food was quick to arrive not a moment later. Frost turning his attention to his salad then, that meal better than he had anticipated it to be and yet why he had doubted such a thing he hardly new. Nadya was decidedly skillful in choosing places to eat and befriending the management of those places in turn. His girlfriend never once leading him astray when it came to such matters. His own thoughts turned near entirely towards Nadya then to utter that request off her. One the woman took up quickly once those meals were finished. Malia all but ushered outside to see that fountain. Henry and Frost left alone at that table then.

It would...displease Malia for him to upset her friend and yet that matter at hand was one he was unwilling to let go if only for Malia's own safety. Frost content to remain silent for several moments then in a consideration of those very words before his violet gaze lifted from that empty plate before him to meet Henry's own. The stallion's demeanor so readily having shifted to something.....else entirely now that his pack was absent from that very table. That dominance of sorts readily exuding from his figure now. Frost leaning smoothly back in that chair then, his fingers drumming near rhythmically upon the wood of that polished table surface for several more moments before those cool, smooth words finally left him.

"I am glad Malia found you. She needed a friend and I know you mean a great deal to her. I will not pretend to understand what excuse for a relationship you are involved in with her and this other boy she tells me you love- that is your business alone- do as you please. I hardly care how you handle your relationships."

Those words were neither praise nor chastisement but rather a simple, blunt assurance that what Henry and Malia (and anyone else) chose to do with one another in their free time was their own choice. Frost hardly caring in any sense for the what or how of any such relationships- Henry could do anything or any one he pleased. They weren't his business, no. But Malia was. Frost continuing then in those same smooth, easy tones.

"Malia, in the wild, in the animal world, is nothing short of a survivalist capable of navigating any situation. She is beyond skilful as a fighter and loyal to the last- but, as I am sure you know, she is still learning to navigate the human world and its relationships. There is much she still does not understand and is still learning to navigate. She likes you, she believes the things you tell her and my simple....let us call it a request, is that you do not take advantage of that or of her. I am not accusing you off it, I am merely warning you against it. If you upset my pack mate Henry, if you play around with her heart, if you lead her astray in anything, I will be very displeased."

His fingers continued to drum against that table for several more moments. His features decidedly expressionless and yet that utter lack of emotion had made the stallion near infamous in turn. Even those very words lacking anything save for a blunt directness. His fingers so abruptly halted then. His gaze upon Henry still.

"Oh and Henry- if Malia ever comes back to my house pregnant you will have the option of joining my pack to stay and raise your children- or I will neuter you myself. Do not believe for even a moment that your Alpha will protect you from me. Tetradore, I suspect, will hold you down for me, I have quite the belief his thoughts align with my own on this. Have I made myself clear? Good. Feel free to tell Malia what we talked about if you desire too. I don't mind."

His hand waved easily, as if dismissing both that conversation and any concern that Henry might desire to tell Malia of what they spoke off. Frost himself content enough to tell her if she asked, the stallion listening for the sound of the women outside all the same as he remained seated across from the other man in a manner nothing short of nonchalant. Either Henry would accept that....advice with good grace, else he would storm out like a petulant child, perhaps even utter some sort of threat back at him- how amusing it was when they did that. Either way, that point had been made. Henry and Malia could do anything they pleased so provided Malia did not end up hurt in the end.

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