they think this should be obvious: why else would they be stalking along anxiously outside of the forest's borders? still they know their biting tongue has gotten them in trouble in the past and so they make the effort to straighten slightly and nod, slightly-mismatched eyes resting on the other's dark form. "yes." they pause, unsure if there's anything more they should say. perhaps. "my fathers sent me to -- be useful to the brotherhood," and here they do their best to mask the indifference they feel towards this goal, "but there has been... little for me thus far. i'm curious to know what your plans are." perhaps there is still something to this whole brotherhood thing after all -- or maybe damien's got something even better on the table. they're willing to try.
ah, straight and to the point. something akin to relief crosses their features, though they don't say anything aloud, intrigued with the dramatics of the schpeal. sascha is not so concerned with re-establishing melonii rule of the woods or whatever, legacy, et cetera. kove was vaguely rude to them once and as far as they're concerned it is reason enough for him to get what's coming to him.
"understood," they say, the corners of their mouth pulling up into a lazy smirk. this is definitely something his fathers would approve of them doing, they think -- and although something tells sascha damien is going to make them actually work, well. they can allow themselves to be pulled into the theatrics of their imposed bloodline for the time being. "if you'll have me," the gloaming being offers, quirking an eyebrow -- a formality, sure, but they've pissed off enough of their cousins to cop to being a little formal.