He had to admit - maybe a little bit of Jackdaw's display seemed intimidating but really, how could he diffuse the situation? All he could really do was awkwardly laugh to himself and stumble back, swatting a paw limply in his direction in jest. It didn't work. He tried to grin then, hiding his legitimate worry that his father might just discover that he wasn't some honorable heir. Crap. Yes. Big crap! But he had to learn how to talk a big game.

Donk. Jackdaw's paw practically made an echo of Israfel's head as it came down on it and with that, he issued an agitated grunt as he came back to reality. "Why aren't you at home?" Hardly a comeback. In fact, a terribly mimicked version of Jackdaw's own voice as he stuck his tongue out. "Some of us have dreams! And some of us have to rest before we go chasing them...instead of...chasing dumb prairie dogs..." He trailed off, muttering beneath his breath in resignation that it was truly an awful attempt at sounding cool.

Then, he swung back around with perhaps his biggest grin to date. "What about a truce?" He paused though he did not wait for Jackdaw to respond - if he tried, he'd be promptly cut off. "You teach me some cool things like hunting and how to track and I won't tell anybody about your love for me. I might even replace...one of the prairie dogs." He dipped his head and stuck out a paw then in offer of a pawshake - a true truce, positive that it would have to be accepted.