My blue eyes dash over to the other girl as she decides to make her appearance. I hear the words of the boy who I have practically claimed as my own, but I choose not to respond. I wasn't giving him a compliment. I mean, I was but I wasn't. I was mainly dissing everyone else. There is a difference, but I wasn't about to waste my breath on explaining such things. Also, one of the 'princesses' was here, acting all...like herself, being annoying, getting in my field of vision. I already want to bite on her muzzle for giving us that look.

I slow my pace but hardly stop as she decides to try and block our path. My form of greyscale hues is still held confident, high and mighty. Truly, I was not one for submission. I would fight for my rightful spot...of....something. Honestly I would just fight for the hell of fighting. I slash my tail around, irritated as she dare demand the name of my guest. I merely scoff at her, unimpressed with her little show of dominance in front of us.

In my slowed pace, I let my brindled head turn back towards Magnus so I can see his reaction. I hardly expect him to comply. He is no one's bitch either...but my own one day. I smirk thinking about it, but surely he would interpret my smirk as a motion towards Cersei. Honestly he looks as amused as I am.

Devilishly I turn my pretty little head around as I look back at Cersei, her then demanding dumb stupid things from me. Do I know him? No SHIT I know him. I roll my eyes, her continuation of questions even more unbearable. I was about to inch even closer with my grey paws towards Cersei when Magnus spoke, his words satisfying to my ears instead of irritating like a tick or flea. Still, I am not fond of this Cersei, and I think she needs to be...chewed on a little.

Did she think I was afraid of jumping over her? Without a word, my relatively skilled form leap above and around her, lightly landing behind her and barely missing crashing into her all together. I wanted to be close though. With my landing, I quickly and deliberately turn, my mouth open wide to snap wildly at her tail. I want to bite on that white tip, I think. Maybe dirty it up with my teeth. I hope to grasp her tail, and I won't bite...too hard. I will tug though, tug and pull kinda hard. I mean...I cannot exactly stop myself. I will be wary though, if she decides to turn and fight back. I am quick and nimble, and will be prepared for whatever may come...well, hopefully. I do admit I get distracted aiming for my goal.