A resounded 'hmph' slid effortlessly from Ira's lips as she laughed at him, his superiority complex disliking the notion of her laughter though he was not able to tell with any degree of certainty if it was true mirth (as far as Ira was aware he had not said anything remotely humorous), or simply a manner of mocking. Ira was not able to understand the humor behind a child using uncouth language simply because he was one. "Yes," Ira responded in a condescendingly flippant manner adding as an afterthought "So?" in a manner that reflected a near challenge for her to reprimand him for it. Not that it would cease his useage of such words anyway, primarily because Jinx held the highest privilege of being the only adult Ira felt obligated to listen to. There was fault in this practice of which Ira had yet to learn. The fire kissed woman offered advice in response to his initial question, causing Ira's expression to linger between disgust and incredulousness. Surely, he had misheard her. Shit on them? To Ira it sounded like something only heathens would do, and he concluded that was one of the numerous things beneath him. Silently, Ira rejected her advice for the simple fact that he was no heathen.
The fire kissed woman changed the subject, returning to the designs of her offer. Ira contemplated it for a few seconds. It would be hypocritical of him to allow the notion that it looked like it might be fun - only to take out some pent up aggravation unfairly upon them. Or perhaps it would help condition him control of his random fear of them, proving to be useful if it helped. "Fine," Ira allowed, padding in a beeline toward her, recognizing her scent as Swiftcurrent Creek as he neared. Idly, Ira wondered if she knew Jinx - though this seemed likely for Ira was confident his guardian was more social than he. Something that would need to be remedied. A princeling that did not know his
future subjectspack-mates was no Prince at all. "Let's scatter their asses." Coy and mischevious grin tugged at the edges of Ira's lips, as his milky blue eyes, gleaming wickedly as they did, fell upon the group of ducks, muscles pullin taunt beneath his pallid coat in anticipation.