truth is beautiful without doubt; but so are lies (ralph waldo emerson)
Just as Naamah realizes that Enderly is not quite as unaffected as he may appear to be, he also realizes that his words have a bit more of an effect on Naamah than she is willing to admit. The way she narrows her eyes and the cooing words with that gentle bite.. he knows that he has struck a nerve. Naamah wasn't one to fight for another. He didn't fancy himself worth that fight from her either, he had learned that lesson long ago, but it still stuck in her craw that he had decided to forgo her company for another. Oh she would 'forgive' him for wandering away from her in her time away - after all, she was the Queen of wandering away - but he realizes that she fully expected him to come back to her. To slink to her with that sly grin of his and to sink his body into the lithe one of her own once more so that they could share passions once more. When she turns away from him Enderly grins suddenly, a vicious mean-spirited grin, because he finds a sort of pleasure in pressing that barb into her.
"What you prefer is of no matter to me anymore. You had your chance but you chose Samil. Now I have chosen and you are without." Each word is spoke like a knife - he wants to hurt her. Hurt her in the same way she hurt him. Yet she doesn't roll over and give up. She continues with her litany and his grin falls into a snarl, ears flat as his hackles rise.
"I do not need you; your ecstasy was poison, Naamah, let us not confuse the two." She moves away in that seductive manner of hers - does she expect him to apologize and chase her? Instead his silver eyes narrow as the tracks her like one might prey or maybe even a predator who might challenge him.
It is then that Ambrosia comes, her light figure graceful in her movements and his ears slowly perk forward as she spies her. Her scent is heavenly and she has grown into a breathtaking young female, his nose twitching at her scent and his eyes widening in a more open expression. She does not greet him like she greets Naamah, simply steps forward and presses her large chest into his smaller one and he rubs his cheek along her neck in a somewhat possessive manner, eyes flicking to Naamah with a smirk. As if to say - you seek out others, and here this beauty seeks me out!
"Indeed it has," he agrees smoothly to her as she pulls back and stands next to him.
When she calls Naamah charming, however, his ears fall back as a look of displeasure crosses his face but he keeps quiet for the moment.
"I am not your darling," he hisses at Naamah, prickling once more as he presses his hips into the earth and watches her with a suspicious glint. Naamah.. was not the same. He wonders if she might try and attack Ambrosia. It would be folly for the girl is clearly much larger than either of them and despite her sweet nature Enderly knows the angels are almost all trained in the art of protection.
"Former," he stresses, turning his gaze to Ambrosia with an agitated twitch of his tail.
"She is from Diveen," he answers for the girl, turning his narrow gaze back to Naamah.