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Are they gonna fight? 
He sensed this was going nowhere, actually maybe it was edging towards a fight. Talitha, despite being a little cold, was not very threatening. This woman seemed to be pushing him towards anger. He had no use to fight, she hadn't done anything to provoke him and vice versa, though being a wolf may be cause enough.
He would not move either though, if she was so bother she could move. He had been here first and he was doing any wrong. He wasn't bother by her being there either, it seemed she was the one most disturbed.
He sipped from his flask of absinthe. The taste unrivaled. It was his guilty pleasure, the thing he treasured when his love wan't around. She would be very displeased if she found out. A man not understanding her wouldn't have no need to be afraid. But of course J'adore knew he punches hurt, her size was no indication into her power.
He slid his hand into his bag, to replace his flask. Whiel he did he slide his knifes further towards the opening, careful not to reveal them. Secretly he wondered where the female got her blades, but being sensible he understood she may get defensive
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