He didn't quite know what to do with her, in all of her flirtatious ways. Khaden had learned much of sexual invites and the actions therefore by his travels alone, and had an inkling that this scenario was not going to play out how the Aatte boy wished. In all of Khaden's heroic glory and valor, he was unappreciative of her street language, her tactics that she had learned through experience, and could immediately feel discomfort in her mere presence. This female wasn't at all like the other Dahlia de Mai wolves he had met - granted, they were only two, but nonetheless, he was still taken aback that such a promiscuous girl came from the same pack that his sweet Ember hailed from.
Her accusations seemed to fall on apathetic ears as Khaden scrutinized her, shifting weight from one foot to the next. He didn't quite know what to do with her, as if she was some fragile, but dangerous equipment that someone had magically mailed to his doorstop without a container, and he was just a man who wanted to settle into something a little bit more routine. Picking up a paw, and pushing a small stone around with it, he looked back up to the female and attempted to start again. "If you're not here to see Cercelee, then why are you here?" He tried to make it as nonchalant as possible, not attempting to give her any impression that he was trying to ah - how did she say it? "Push her off like an unwelcome guest."
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