Ira would have happily been contented with never being associated with Lecter but because the elderly male had something going with Jinx, and was also a pack mate that likely wasn’t going to happen. He snickered and then laughed at her addition to his comment about Lecter’s stench. “Maybe we should invent some.” He suggested with another snicker, not sure how well Jinx would have appreciated Ira’s dislike of her boy toy, and while he cared in a way, it wasn’t enough to make him stop. There was nothing that really stated he had to like Lecter - who as far as Ira was aware didn’t like him, either. Bones admitted that she had been there when Jinx had lost her babies, and there was something foreign and soft in Ira’s eyes. “I should have been there,” He had been there for her, whether she had needed him or not, during the aftermath but still. “I uh, thanks - for being there for her.” It must have been awkward for Bones who didn’t know Jinx well but his gratitude, while extremely rare, was genuine. “I don’t know, I guess it has something to do with being savage and badass or something.” Ira shrugged but in truth he, himself, was rather looking forward to putting out his talismans painted with blood and sprinkled with poison - not enough to kill but enough to make anyone who sucked the marrow from them sick. “Oh hey, if you find bones painted with blood along the borders, if you get in that proximity don’t chew them or anything. It’ll make you sick.” He didn’t admit that they were his, neither did he elaborate that he had poisoned them.
“I don’t know,” He admitted, suddenly disliking those three words. “I don’t think so,” He drew thoughtfully but in truth he wasn’t a hundred percent certain. “What about you? I’m sure I’m an enemy to the Creek now.” Ira was not certain what had happened after he had left when Jinx hadn’t returned when she had promised she would because at that point it had no longer pertained to him. Bones admitted that she was still “pretty fond of him” and then leapt towards him. Before Ira had time to react further than his muscles pulling taunt against the sinew and bone she had planted a sloppy kiss on his cheek and had bounded away giggling. For a moment Ira blinked in some kind of shocked stupor before he swung his head away to look at her, squinting at her. “What was that? What was it for?” His sharp commanding tone was ruined by the grin that was creeping across his lips without his consent. More importantly, he wondered, why he liked it.