OOC/WC
This woman was strange to the gentleman. Her circling, akin to a vulture scouting it's prey, was something the male didn't seen often. Especially in this world of civilised luperci. With a dashing frown, Galileo voice his query. 'Are you going to continue parrotting whatever I say? Or do you know how to make intelligble conversation?'. To other his words may have sounded rude, but to Galileo the words were innocent. Though many females didn't get angry with him, his looks always seemed to get in the way. Anika was an exception. A vindictive, sly, bitchy indivdual who only 'let go off' Galileo because she had comitment issues. That's German girls for you... thought Galileo, sweeping a dark strand of hair.
Deciding to add empathsis to his question, Galileo unsheated his sword holding it up to the sky, watching the light bounce off of it. Flashing a quick grin towards the woman. 'You have a name I suppose?' he asked. It was irritating to Galileo to have to name this woman as, well, as 'this woman'. He would have much prefered to have a name to a face. The gentleman resheathed his sword and returned to leaning on his cane. His golden tail flicked around slowly, in the same curiosity slash boredom that was plastered across his face. Waiting was something Galileo, despite his gentlemenly tendancies, didn't enjoy.
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