Darcia was thinking again. Iason rolled his eyes as he looked over at the charcoal brute. The King had just finished asking his usual question of newcomers and he was already lost in his thoughts, the look of his pupils reflecting a different world within his mind. The white knight played with the idea of giving him another taste or bumping his shoulder in a playful show of camaraderie, but he quickly advised himself against it. Darcia hadn’t lashed out at him when he pulled his first stunt earlier, a strange event to be sure, but testing the boundaries in front of a possible recruit would land Iason in the doghouse for months. As an able-bodied male, Iason couldn’t stand that length of abstinence. He’d come around eventually. Hopefully before the stranger was done with his reply. But if he stayed dazed long enough, Iason would get to make the decisions with this new hessian. A sly grin pulled at one side of his maw as he returned his gaze to the stranger.

It is so strange to him that this fellow warrior, revealed to be Scion, was so on edge. He didn’t appear to be scared, but Iason had logged very little eye-contact with the he-beast. He wasn’t hiding malicious intent either; Darcia and Iason had a keen sense for that type of deception, an ability they had honed at a very early age. So why? Not wishing to waste any more effort on pondering, Iason dismissed Scion’s strange actions as nerves. He had offered a second nod towards the boy after Darcia finished his inquiry, relaying his equal intent to know the answer to the question. But Iason was not a boy to simply smile and wave. Giving a slight stretch of his limbs, the Beta began a leisurely stroll to the other side of the borders, turning around to come up parallel to the downward-facing brujo.

The second-in-command was careful to keep a distance between his own form and that of Scion’s. He was not intimidated by the stranger, but one could never be too careful. Afterall, Iason hated dealing with cuts and wounds. Too much work, too little time to enjoy all the fine things of life. Despite the distance, the pure vampire hoped to instill a sense of comfort in the male. Facing two ranked wolves was no small task; this was one lesson from his childhood that Iason had not forgotten as easy as the others. Therefore, only facing one ranked wolf with another by his side would hopefully raise the fellow’s chin a bit more. Of course, Iason had ulterior motives. The more comfortable Scion felt, the more information about himself that he would offer up, and digging up juicy gossip was one of Iason’s specialties. He was the kind of character that desired to know everything possible about a neighboring soul. Just curiosity, really.

Trying to ease the tension more and inject his own lyrics into the conversation, Iason rested his crystal gaze on that of Scion’s and casually offered his own melody. “Hope you’re not looking for a mate, 'cause this handsome stud before you is already taken.” The creamy brute threw his muzzle in the direction of his darker counterpart and then returned to give another wink. His constantly crafty grin grew a bit more sincere at his words, a smile that held many secrets between its pearly gates. Settling his rear onto the terra, Iason brought around his plume and waited for Scion’s reply, hoping his reaction would go just as planned. Iason was used to the failure of his plans, though. Either course of action would be fun regardless, a new gleam shining in his eyes.

[OOC: Ugh, no, you guys are freaking gods and I’m just derping here trying to be cool. And no worries Kiki-chan, equally short post from me. xD]