Tychon’s ear pivoted to the approaching steps of the Bewilderbeast. Ugh, what was he even out here for? He turned his eyes to her and appropriately lowered his head beneath the height of Kalseru’s, though his face maintained an irritated frown. He rolled his eyes at her light scolding and returned his glare to their “guest.”

He noted the female puppy's disapproving gaze. He could admire her honest expression and even the boldness she displayed in combatting dishonest statements, but the squirt was an arrogant brat. Just like Aster - expecting royal treatment when she hadn’t any title within Spirane to boast of. In this case, the arrogance was laced into her looking down on him. She was a spoiled pup who thought she was better than him simply because she had a mission to complete. Shortsighted, if Tychon could ever spot the trait. Why did anyone think he was out on the outskirts of Spirane? Moping?! Pft. Showed what they knew.

And what a pain. The tot had a mouth on her like Tyrion’s - full of flowery language and fluffy credentials, not to mention the condescending babble toward his home. He couldn’t help the hackles that rose on his shoulders. What she needed was to be shaken by the scruff and imprisoned in a corner for time with Misery. He held his tongue, though. Kalseru could do what she would with the invitation. He certainly wouldn’t be attending.

However, Mara Sov had the audacity to add a fake little “I would like to know you better,” crap. Her previous disgusted gaze and condescending speech were enough to falsify the statement. And to top that off, the hypocrisy of her adding a political pleasantry versus Kalseru correcting his inhospitable greeting with a polite, political attempt to sooth hurt feelings was… was… infuriating. Tychon’s teeth bared and he growled, “With all due respect, I think you’re full of shit.” His voice was forced into a threatening whisper in order to produce all of the words.