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"You're not my father, gosh," he huffed, pulling his long hair up into a bun again, sitting with that same grace as he moved to pull apart the muffin to place little bits into his mouth at a time, to simply avoid making a mess of his pale complexion and tribal clothing.
Although, while his grand poise indicated he was too busy in enjoying his treats, his eyes did take in the territorial position the other had possessed hen the men appeared to take interest in them both, humming to himself unsubtly in return. Whilst that noise of amusement was unsubtle, his looks were anything but - instead, he let the pale blue orbs glance down the vampire's body with nothing but subtleness. He would rather die than let anyone know his sexuality when it had caused him to be disowned from his tribe all those years ago.
But that didn't mean he couldn't subtly look up men from afar, and despite his hatred for vampires, and despite the fact Ambrose was basically akin to a Master to him, he did recognise his handsomeness, and he greatly admired that, often peering at him but thought nothing could come of it. Wasn't Ambrose straight and about to be placed in a marriage by his father any day soon?
"Don't get so protective of me. I may be small and dainty, but I'm a werewolf. I can beat those guys up in a second," he smiled playfully, folding a leg over the other with a small tut. "Relax, sire. You're awfully tense."
Although, while his grand poise indicated he was too busy in enjoying his treats, his eyes did take in the territorial position the other had possessed hen the men appeared to take interest in them both, humming to himself unsubtly in return. Whilst that noise of amusement was unsubtle, his looks were anything but - instead, he let the pale blue orbs glance down the vampire's body with nothing but subtleness. He would rather die than let anyone know his sexuality when it had caused him to be disowned from his tribe all those years ago.
But that didn't mean he couldn't subtly look up men from afar, and despite his hatred for vampires, and despite the fact Ambrose was basically akin to a Master to him, he did recognise his handsomeness, and he greatly admired that, often peering at him but thought nothing could come of it. Wasn't Ambrose straight and about to be placed in a marriage by his father any day soon?
"Don't get so protective of me. I may be small and dainty, but I'm a werewolf. I can beat those guys up in a second," he smiled playfully, folding a leg over the other with a small tut. "Relax, sire. You're awfully tense."