He kept an eye on Rogue during their conversation, monitoring her closely - he saw it there, a quiet suspicion that went unspoken. Such a suspicion roused his own, if only for he had been given to become aware of it. Was she not telling him something? He couldn't help but narrow his eyes, flicking his ear back in displeasure. Perhaps it had been his less domineering greeting, his indifference when it came to absolute dominance. If that were the case then Ieron would not need to worry for long - violence was Caligula's field, and she would force dominion over him soon enough. Come winter, he could not promise he would be so passive himself. The season stirred a most insatiable anger within him, worsened by the presence of his daughters - males were a threat, and had always been so.

When Ieron spoke once more, the sweetest of smiles pressed into Tesseract's features - deceitful as it were. It was a smile that echoed with the memories of his plans to cut his own mother from the family tree, just as they had pruned the branches in the past. Perhaps Ieron and he were more alike than they knew, and yet, Tesseract felt he could play such a game much better. Had he not defeated another twice before as it were?

"Cast even a single glance to my throne, Ieron of Calien, and I shall tear you a new hole to speak through, so that you may return to such a place and speak of your second failure."

That smile was unwavering as he rested his eyes on the smaller male, boring into him with complacency like no other. If there had not been a tension prior, then surely one began to form - his tail arched just a little more, the bristles of his spine twitching.

"There are many ways I can help you, but there are just as many ways that I can make you yelp like a child."

Perhaps winter had come early in Glorall. Perhaps the sea had swept it in and tainted the water, or perhaps Ieron simply should have... lied.

T E S S E R A C T
[ soul of caligula ]