He is given to smirk when she does just slightly, as his eyes do lift up upon her. Yes, Lillith surely already is Queen of wherever her soul went. He swears at times he can almost feel her again, almost like a sneeze tickling your nostrils that never really comes. He would like to think that she is out there, ripping apart enemies and howling to blood moons. But it is all his imagination- which is almost all he has left of her other than their children.

But Avery is a...brace one, he will give her that. He does notice her movement towards him- a single step, but a step burning with determination. It does give his red ears to push forward, his hackles to raise slightly, naturally to her positioning. His lip is always cut, showing a single fang that does expose slightly more as she speaks.

It was a complicated thing, something perhaps Avery cannot understand. The loss of an imprint is something devastating, crushing of his entire being. He heard rumors that it effects males ten fold it does females. It was a true curse, a cruse that Avery could never understand if the rumors are true. Hell, Avery doesn't even know what being imprinted feels like. He cannot blame her for her ignorance. In fact, he almost reverse it. She is free. She is fully her own, and Andras will always be half a man from here on out.

Even still, as she speaks, part of her is right. He knew it, but he cannot fight the nature of his own fate. It was a fate he could not control no matter how much his will desired. It did flare up the anger within him though, anger that she could not see the bigger picture beyond the scope of now. It was simple- Andras is an older male. He is older than his highest ranks in Iromar, as all his age died or left. He will die before anyone else in Iromar if he likes it or not. Age, is a monster none can defeat. He knew in the future, he would disappear into the bogs and become one with it. And on that inevitable day, the young needs to hold the pack strong- demon or not.

His teeth do unsheathe from his black lips, head lifting in his dominating matter. His energy was still one of a dark abyss, but touched with the flames and fire of a forever burning that remained in his heart. He lips do get touched with a black rumble of a snarl,his muscular form hold presence as he snaps out, reaching to grasp her muzzle in a typical lupine show of who is boss- and it is certainly Andras. If he gets a hold of her muzzle, it will be a simple shake and release, and if not, he will still continue on with his words.

"You do not see beyond the now. I am many moons older than almost anyone in this pack. I will die before all of you- it is a simple fact and don't you forget it. This is a young pack, and I cannot be here forever, just as Lillith. I will join her in Hell soon, I can feel it creeping in the shadows, Avery. She calls me, and I cannot deny her. Lillith would have jumped off a cliff to have joined me by now- That is the power of the bond, a bond I hope you never experience," he booms, teeth still rolling out of his muzzle in his snarl towards her. It is not defeat that he admits to, it is a change of purpose, a change of his fate that he must follow. "I must do what she wanted in life, what she was unable to do. I must follow the path she left me, Avery, even if it means my death. I will not let Iromar fall with me, you hear? Iromar will not suffer the consequence of what must be done, what the bond commands me to do within her death, if you like it or not," he barked, a true fierce passion in his dark voice. Sure, he did not share the details with Avery on what he had to do. It likely won't make too much sense to her in the end, but he knew Lillith's death dragged him down, into a place where he did not want to accept his place within a depression. But he is slowly coming to accept his fate, and it is a fate that Avery will not appreciate.

He lets his hackles fall slightly, the intensity still remaining in his eyes. He knew what Avery was trying to do. He appreciated it, really, and wished he could be what Avery needed and wanted him to be. If his bond with Lillith never existed, perhaps he could have been. He was never out to be what others wanted him to be. He always followed his own will- stubborn as always. "I do not expect you or anyone else but ...Rogue to understand. I will be here until the time comes, I will be here as long as it allows me to be here, but when the call comes from Lillith's voice in Hell- I will follow," he says, his voice still harsh and yet softening near the end. He knew what he was saying was not the most logical thing in the world, that perhaps he sounds mad or crazed, but as much as there is a void from Lillith, there will always be that silver string that bonds them into the beyond, that beckons him, that calls him and whispers in his ear.

Only imprinting can bring such insanity upon a man.