This continued mention of this- other second has hardly failed to extract the equine interest despite the manner in which his features remain wholly neutral on the topic. Whomever this 'other second' is given to be he seems to be either wholly unstable or a particular sore point for the woman before him, the manner in which her hand continues to rest delicately atop her stomach hardly missed and yet for now he is willing enough to allow both topics to slide, merely doing as he always has, so silently storing such information away for when it may best be of use to him. Nadya had proven a valuable source of information thus far, though whether she knew it or not remained to be seen, the girl guarded with her answers and as such the snowy-haired young man holds some belief that the woman has more then the meagre intelligence she so seems to believe her companion remains in possession off. Her mention of a reason behind this single and dominating pack merely sees the careful lift of a single, hidden violet eye. He will, in time, find this brother- if only to satisfy his own curiosity and see what sort of predator had so taken up this mantle of Westside Alpha with his army of felines. In fact, cats seemed to plague this city in proportions that brings his mind to consider the possibility that the Hunter fraction here was either lazy, incompetent or perhaps much the same as Alexander and simply did not seem to care provided no supernatural activity affected their own dithering existences.
"We shall see."
It is a deliberately vague answer, those ever cool vocals parting smoothly from his lips once more before the womans sarcasm seemed to earn her the twitch of his lips once more. It was difficult to find a woman whom appreciated the delicate interplay of how truly engaging an exchange of sarcasm could be, Nadya's evident with at least an attractive feature upon her that seemed to suggest some value within the girl. It is merely unfortunate she is so attached to his family of hers although his has long since begun to suspect her...condition may well affect her judgement in this regard- another merely silent observation for now a she spoke again of her pack and seeming connection to them, her detachment from the Ark seeming to satisfy her and indeed perhaps it did, his mind still very much intrigued by the Hispanic woman with the dark hair all the same- assured there is more information to be gleamed from her, after all, her company, just as Crow's, is not wholly intolerable in itself if only for the similarity to himself he can deduce from within her. It is also refreshing to behold a feminine creature more befitting of a humour to match his own. Her request for a 'date' of sorts however, readily seems to earn the girl another simper upon his lips.
The young man moves easily to step forward once more, boots silent atop the frosted sidewalk now as he simply moves to step past her, letting those icy fingers of his power brush against her skin a final time, if only merely to tease at her- the manner in which she had flinched from it before hardly unnoticed as he pauses briefly beside her.
"I suppose it's a date then. Góða nótt Nadya."
He simply lets those accented words slip once more, hands returning to his pockets, withdrawing that unsettling chill from around her to allow the warmth to return, a slight chuckle within his throat as he simply returns back onto the darkened street from which he had come, assured he can find this business of hers at some point tomorrow night amongst the rabble that littered the sidewalks and bars of the eastern downtown area. He is hardly done with this woman yet, she has proven to actually be of value and yet just how valuable remained to be seen.
Frostbite
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