She seemed to know his tricks, even before they slipped from his tongue - This strange, exotic and gilded beauty, with dark-rimmed eyes and silky fur. A temptress, if Sirius had ever seen one - And he had. He had seen many.
For a moment, he pondered with an air of true arrogance whether she had ever had a King as a patron before. Had she ever known the wealth that only such royalty could bestow? Had she ever known the benefits of being a Concubine? Luscious and in health as the woman was, his own serpentine and cynical nature doubted it. A woman as canny as he believed her to be would never leave such a goldmine in pursuit of humbler wealth, in a cruel land such as this one.
Her easy laughter at his suggestion did not insult the man; Rather, he was pleased with the sharpness of her wit, and allowed this to show in a toothy grin that echoed the sweet seductive melody of her mirth. "You are a smart girl, then - Wise, not to trust even the most handsome stranger, even if he wants for nothing but your lovely company," The succulent caramel tone of his voice curled with humor, with a glossy arrogance that sat on his wicked features rather well. It was difficult to humble Sirius Revlis - Not many had succeeded in such a feat. But his head nodded once to show that her stance was taken note of; He would not attempt to fool her into dismounting again.
Her inquiry was gifted a soft sound of curiosity, as narrowed pupils drank her in thoughtfully. The woman sought a pack to sell her wares? Perhaps she sought knowledge over such a thing. Suspicious by nature, it was a long moment before the King of Thorns answered - As he mulled, his clawed hand moved the bottle in a lazy circle so that the deep ruby liquid within swirled and sloshed like watery blood. "There are many packs in this area," He began, voice rumbling contemplatively as those venomous but thrilling eyes watched the beauty, still, "The best of which would surely depend on your personal tastes, my dear. We come in every flavor here; Some souls kind, foolish, morally good to such a degree that they float upon the land they walk, unsullied by the likes of the common sinner," Here his eyes glinted with the echo of a fervor - Not a hatred, but a disgust, certainly, in those of purity. But his ravenous smile was quick to grow again, sharp yellowed teeth carnivorous and yet not malicious, for they sought this beautiful woman no harm. Again, he spoke, and this time his voice was like the deep surge of the ocean - Riveting, dangerous, "But there are others, yet - A type forged from the cold nights and the mountains and the stone. A crueler bunch, some might infer, but we prefer to think of ourselves as... Practical." Here, his voice oozed into a laugh, and having given her this morsel of information, Sirius took another small swig from the bottle.
He wiped one dark hand over his muzzle, removing the liquid from it, before continuing. "The winter is long this far South, Lady. Long, and cold. Best you find yourself someone to keep you warm, should you intend to stay here," Again he watched her, suspicious but hungry, wondering of her value and of how good she might feel against his hard angles. "I come from a pack not far from here," he paused, for Salsola's secrecy was greater even than his own desire to claim this woman, "If at all such a pack might interest you."
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