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When the girl spoke to him, telling of how she'd been listening to stories, he kept his expression calm. While a smile lingered on his maw, it was not one of amusement, but one of happiness for her. Never would he laugh at the way another spoke, since not only would that be beyond rude, it also just wasn't him. He came from a land where English was not the common tongue, and most of those who did speak it, spoke in a rather broken variation of it. He was lucky to have learned it at a young age, and be introduced to a space in which it was the most common while his brain was still developing. It was understandable, though, that not all were given such an opportunity. The smile had faltered as he was cast back into memories of his life before Teekon, but was steadied once a question was posed. His other tongue. "Greek," he answered, the fondness he felt for the language flickering across his face. Oh, how he adored the language. "What is your other language?" Alastor could not help but be curious.

Then, the other male started to speak. The manner in which he voiced his words was off-putting, for the grey fellow. It was in that moment that he realized, for the first time in a long while, he might actually end up disliking another soul. Getting along with others had always been an easy task for him, and his being raised with manners often kept him on the good side of anyone he'd come across. It was not a common thing for him to start to dislike someone, especially when he'd only just met them, but something about Copper didn't quite click right with him. "I do not believe you are the king," he voiced, a sliver of confusion seeping into his naturally chilling gaze. "FitzDutiful is the king of this mountain. It is his pack, after all." Hearing another male deem themselves as the 'king' was, to put it simply, rather offensive.

While he'd only been apart of Silvertip for a short time, it was his home, and Fitz was his leader. The lupine who stood before him currently was no ruler of any sort, at least not to Alastor. The comment about 'getting all the ladies' was also quick to have his optics narrowing, creating a faint glare atop his already icy look. He was one to believe everyone deserved the basic respect necessary for a living creature, and so the comment hit a nerve with him. It sounded almost as if he was viewing them as quests in need of conquering, though that was just what his thought process got out of it. Whether that was intended or not, he could not be certain. His upbringing coaxed Alastor into giving him the benefit of the doubt, though for how long that would last, not even the argent boy could tell.