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lol I know what you mean
Silvano snorted, wondering when the girl would get over her delusional mindset. More class than he? Puh-lease. At least there was no real slander against his family name, unlike those Dahlians. Okay, ignoring what his uncle Ehno had done, there was really nothing against the Marino's. The Marino family was high class, all the way from southern Europe, and what did the Stormbringer family have roots in? The muddy cold new world probably. There was the blood of the Italians in his veins and even with his father, he still had twice, if not thrice, the class of the pretty girl before him.
Sure she had her well balanced carriage and pose but that meant nothing, not when he was the sun of what was good enough to be the powers in the land. When ones parent led a large pack like his mother did, it was hard not to feel secure and rather high up on the social totem pole. So this Stormbringer could prattle on about her genes all she wanted, Silvano was far more high class than she could even imagine. Stupid girls. With their stupid girlness and girly ways of being girly. The Sadira boy did not even deign to answer her childish callings. She was just being a prissy girly girl.
The girl suddenly shut her mouth up and the boy looked at her oddly, wondering why she suddenly seemed to freeze up and cease talking. Didn't most girls like to talk? Artie liked to talk but Parker did not, but still. That was half the girls he knew and half of them liked to talk. So he assumed there was a fifty percent chance that this one liked to talk a lot too. She seemed to be clearing her head, or was she thinking of an insult so profound that it would knock him unconscious the moment he tried to figure out the real meaning behind it?
Shiloh looked up at him, all innocent and neutral. He narrowed his eyes at her, wondering what girl ploy she was trying to pull here. Suspicious, he watched her, almost taking a step back when she jutted out her hand for him. Confused, Silvano kind of just stared at the hand before him blankly, like a drowsy student looks to his books. He raised an eyebrow at her, giving her a look of equal blankness, though he was still very suspicious of her. Taking the hand, he shook it, firmly as he was taught by his father and uncles. "Pleasure," he said mildly, almost uninterested. "And what brings you so far from.. Dahlia?" he asked with a smirk on his face at her pack's name. Silly Dahlians, trying to be foreign.