You could say that Cotl was uncomfortable with the woman being in the pack, and even though he held nothing against wolves (many hybrids were in the clan, and he also was friends with wolves outside of the clan) but something was put off about what was her reasoning for joining the clan. He was curious, but then again, he thought about it again and didn't really care. His curiosity often was killed by his antipathy. His antipathy was not just for wolves in particular, he just didn't like anyone particularly at first and acts of desperation of communication or of a job would cause him to be put into a situation where he would need to be nice, and be on his best behavior. He didn't want to be the "go to" man though. But then again, he kinda already felt like he was because he had to deal with whatever other people wanted to talk about while they were getting tattooed. He was already the go to man, oh god. The metalhead would put his head on his head as the realization if he wasn't in the presence of the woman. His frown just deepened. She would speak about her reasoning. To be with Snake. A Hydra, and her "partner". Snake was a quiet male from what Cotl knew, though the two never had a conversation, only seen from across a room at a meeting. Cotl still held a frown on his face, it seeming to be stuck there. There was no real reaction from him. He didn't know the Hydra and his personal life, so there could be no surprise. There would just be some more hybrids running around Inferni. Even a quiet man could get a woman before Cotl could. That was pretty disappointing to him. He snorted. Dere's rules dat you have to know if you -FUCK BITCHFACE-plan on making your home in dis mansion. It's only fair since ve vere here first. the male would let his gruff voice growl. He gave all the residents warnings, because he and Halo were the first to make their home in the mansion, and what they say would have to go. Dere are some rats dat run around and are-NYEH- in cages in the basement. Dhose are Halo's, she, uhm..ist nicht to be messed vith. he started off with the first thing. He always started off with Halo first since she was the one who was the first. She also was granddaughter to the Centurion and held rank over both himself and the outsider.
She would ask him if he was going to sit down or stand there all night. The male shifted his weight on his legs and he crossed his arms over his chest. He did not answer at the moment, and then she spoke again, telling him that she wasn't going to bite. He snorted and his maw gave a malicious grin. Ich can't promise zhat I von't. the male growled, that same malicious grin was on his face though, and he moved over to the chair that was located in front of the fire place, and he turned the dusty red padded chair around and pushed it towards the woman, but ended up positioning it closer to the front of the woman rather than to the side of her. He'd want to be across from her rather than closer. Distance was needed in such a situation. He didn't know why, but he just felt it was appropriate. The Imaginifer would then sit down on the chair. He would look at the woman again. Mein horse, Maschine, ist nicht food.-ONE MILLION FLAMING NEEDLES REIGNING FROM DIE SKY- You don't vants to know die dark zhings dat vill become of the guilty fangs dat destroy Maschine. the male would warn the woman only once about his horse. If he would smell any of the clans smell on his dead steed, the guilty would be sliced by the Imaginifer. If not dead. It was his nature to warn, and to lay things down in a blunt matter since he was not kidding when he spoke about doing things, or at least trying to do them. He sat there though, looking at the smoking woman.
You smokes anydhing besides tobacco? just a random inquiry he supposed.