There was a low rumble of irritation in Ira’s throat as he awoke with a jerking start, eyes bursting wide though he did not make immediate sense of his surroundings. It took a couple of blinks to encourage his eyes to focus, and a few more seconds until realization dawned upon him as he understood with a lift of his upper lip in disgust why he was not inside the den he shared with Jinx. Oh right, his guardian and Beta had put him in “charge” of the shadow pelted idiot to “put him through his paces”. Ira had initially refused to sleep within a hundred feet of Jace but had decided that ten feet was close enough to keep a weary and irritable eye on him since he figured it was useless to try to worm his way into the den with Jinx. It was likely, the Priceling had assumed, that she would bar him from entering because he was not supposed to go anywhere without Jace which, even in the few hours Ira had to endure it (not including their time spent sleeping) he found it to be a utter pain in his ass. He glimpsed at the other boy’s form in the distance with unhindered distaste figuring that it was a mutual feeling. Whatever. Ira was the one in charge and as long as Jace remembered that, Ira would put up with him for the two day sentence they had been given though in truth, he’d been given no real choice. Neither of them had, and it was almost infuriating despite that Ira was begrudgingly convinced that Jinx had not done it to torture him but to prep him for his future as a leader, that Jinx had likely taken advantage of his inability to disobey her.

He was slow to get up, pushing himself into a sitting position and then, after yawning largely his jaws snapping shut with a resounding click of his sharpened teeth, he stood and shook his coat out, stretching his stiffened muscles hating that he had been restless in sleep, waking often to make sure the other was not plotting to kill him in his sleep. A glimpse skyward told him it was only dawn, that the sun was just beginning it’s rise over the earth, and there was an exasperated sigh that pushed from betwixt his parted lips. While the other was asleep - at least Ira assumed he was asleep but frankly didn’t care whether he was awake, asleep, or even alive - Ira dug in at the cache that he knew was nearby and plucked a rabbit out for himself, eating it quickly not wanting to waste time before he grabbed a second scrawny rabbit from the cache, slung the dirt back over it and trotted over to where Jace slept and promptly dropped the rabbit so it landed with a wet splat hopefully on Jace’s face or somewhere nearby his face. “Get up and eat; we’ve got a lot to do today.” Ira commanded as he moved a few paces away, turned and stared the other down with impatience.

Ira's lack of concern on whether or not Jace have been awake had been the main reason why he had not realized the other boy it was not, in fact, asleep or dead, but indeed wide awake. Possibly had been awake before even Ira himself. One of the shadow's dark blue eyes had fixated upon Ira, caught by the Princeling just as gravity pulled the rabbit down with a satisfying wet splat sound, causing a snicker of cruel delight to escape Ira as he watched the shadow hoist himself to his feet. "Sleeping beauty rises at last," Ira sneered to the other boy, only calling the shadow 'sleeping beauty' in the hopes of getting a rise out of him, and for the simpler fact that it amused Ira to no real end. Ira did not particularly find anything relatively entertaining about watching Jace eat the scrawny scrap of food Ira had presented him with - not because he cared either way if Jace starved or not but mainly because he didn't want to waste anymore time. The sooner this day was over with, the sooner he could return to Jinx and get as far as was possible within Swiftcurrents' lands away from Jace. Never mind that Ira was in an extremely sadistic manner, thoroughly enjoying himself with ordering the other around.

Ira had been born to lead. Though no one said he was destined to be a very good leader.

"With unbridled pleasure princess," Ira breathed in a sarcastic and overdone sultry tone, flicking his tail in a saucy manner hoping that it would have the desired effect upon Jace. By no means was Jace anything remotely close to what Ira considered to be his type, being the wrong gender and well – everything else – but Ira hadn't meant it in a flirtatious manner at all. No, it merely have been meant to be cruel, no more and no less.

Ira could feel Jace’s eyes burn into him, full of silent hatred and stewing with anger and the Princeling grinned like a Machiavellian villain wide, slow and entirely deliberate. “Ah no,” Ira corrected in a condescending tone as he glimpsed back over his shoulder to peer at Jace before confirming to himself that he (Ira) was the better looking of the two. In truth, Ira didn’t know if either of them was “better looking” than the other, while the Princeling was horrendously shallow he had yet to get to the point in his life when it mattered to him what girls thought of him, and thusly, he did not put much stock into physical appearances. He was better than Jace but whether or not physical beauty had anything to do with it he could have cared less. “Sleeping beauty was a girl in case you forgot.” Ira shot back in a deliberate and slow tone as if he were speaking to someone with a hearing impairment, enunciating his words to an annoyingly strict degree.

Ira, at Jace’s gibe about his sexuality - something that loath as the Princeling was to admit it he had no idea what it was, despite his actions, teasing and implications - and unfortunately for Jace that specific part went right over Ira’s head. “I wasn’t asking you out, dipshit,” Ira rolled his eyes. If he was going to ask anyone out it would have been Bones because she was about the right gender and right age - not that he had immediate intentions of asking the Tortuga native out but it was the principle of the thing. “I don’t know who’d want to be your lover anyway.” Ira snorted at the thought, another cruel sneer tugging at the edges of his lips.

Ira rolled his eyes at Jace’s gibe in regards to Sleeping Beauty and how she was better looking than him. “Don’t hold your breath, she might have been uglier than you,” He retorted though in truth he found the trading of ‘ugly’ shots to be growing boring. Ira had a high intelligence and though he was easily amused with Jace’s insults to him and the reactions of the shadow when Ira gave his own insults, he was also growing quickly bored with it. Especially since he didn’t put much stock into physical appearances yet or if he looked sexually appealing to the opposite sex or not. He was rudimentarily aware of the concept of sex, he understood from Jinx’s pregnancy where babies came from (not that he would have likely bought that story of a “stork” anyway) but the finer details and the actual manner of conception were unknown to him because despite his high intelligence and mannerisms he was still a child.

“Hmm, I don’t know how right you are about that,” Ira drew in a purposefully annoying hum. “I know a girl that likes me so that’s a point ahead of you, yeah?” It was probably true that Bones did not like him in the way that they were talking about - though he was thinking on the terms of innocent boyfriend/girlfriend things not the intimate implications of ‘lovers’ - but Jace didn’t know that and Ira had no intention of telling him. Technically, Ira wasn’t entirely lying because Bones had said that she liked him - simply Ira had not elaborated in what way, figuring he could get good use out of his bafflement regarding the other Juvenile. At Jace’s shot at his name, Ira was silent for a bit as they walked unwilling to admit that just a couple of months ago he had something remotely similar to Jinx. The last thing Ira wanted to admit was that Jace’s thoughts had mirrored Ira’s once thoughts.

“Pity for your grandmother then,” The Princeling snickered after his pregnant pause.