Bones explained what ‘parley’ was to him, informing that it was like a truce, and for a moment Ira contemplated the word, tucking it away into his growing mental dictionary though he was not exactly sure if he would ever use it or not. “I didn’t make the rules, I’m just giving you a fair warning,” Ira supposed he understood though, the territorial urge to keep any and all away even if they were a well accepted distance from the borders. “Probably not around the immediate territories. I could ask Jinx, I guess,” Whether he meant specifics or if Bones could have safe passage he wasn’t exactly aware yet. “I didn’t say you couldn’t,” Ira spoke but then sighed again. “But I also don’t think the others will care. I think they’ll just attack blindly. I’ve only seen a few of them, I don’t even know their names or anything. I don’t know, one of them looks downright demonic,” Not that Ira feared the one called Sitri (Ira didn’t fear much of anything, except maybe love) but the Princeling sensed something off about him, nevertheless. And then there was Lecter whom Ira didn’t trust as far as he could throw the elderly male (which was not far). “And Lecter,” Ira’s mouth twisted bitterly aroundhis stepfather’sthe shaman’s name. “He’s a freak. I don’t know what Jinx sees in him.” The frustration of the ages for Ira, apparently.
At Bones’ loud teasing, Ira grinned at her, shrugging his shoulders carelessly though he felt a smidgen of embarrassment creep into his face. “Yeah, yeah. It’s the first and last time.” He rolled his eyes in a haughty manner, eluding confidence - though he was full of bullcrap because no one, not even he, was perfect. “I guess that makes sense, you don’t really know him,” The whole concept of not moving because she didn’t know Atticus was admittedly lost on Ira who had went with Jinx even though he had not known her. Their situations, however, had been vastly different from one another. Ira had been too young at the time to care for himself, while Bones was fully capable of caring for herself. At Bones’ jibe - it took Ira a second to understand that it was a jibe the only word truly sticking out to him being ‘stink’, confirmed by her leap to the side confirmed that she anticipated his response. “I do not stink,” Ira contradicted in a quiet tone instead of a loud defensive one, snapping his teeth at her playfully though he stayed rooted where he stood. “I just got a bath, duh,” An unintentional one borne of his attempts to avoid slamming into her but it counted, somehow.
“How do you know you’re not the one that stinks, hmm?” He countered, shooting it back at her with a mischievous grin.