Exton

Well, it's too late to be casual, so I'll be insolent. I'm good at that….

I give Mr. Creepy a hard look as I walk by his table, giving him and the cloaked figure - female, just past teens, like I figured - a long, arrogant stare. There's no fear scent, but there's a definite scent of nervous sweat. Is it me, or is it - more likely - what she's afraid he'll do?

Pffffft. I ought to kick his ass, just for making the girl nervous. Give me an excuse. Please.

I grin once more, letting him see it, then turn on my heel, giving him my back, and sidle back to Raina, disdain evident in every line of my body.

The wolf does not fear the jackal….