Larksong Grotto the world looks down and frowns

The coal male responded lightly to Warbone's presence, but the female, slate and mildly injured, was immediately put on edge. He didn't move at first, surveying both of them in turn with an apathetic gaze. He wasn't threatened, if only because the female was the only one who seemed to take affront to him being here, but he automatically respected her more— even if he was more impressed by her companion's casualty. "As I please," he answered her immediately, and though his words were puerile by context, there was nothing about his tone or body language to suggest he meant either of them any particular harm.

"Actually," he amended, slowly, knowing very well his tongue could be provocative of a fight; "no. I am investigating the signs of an early claim here. It was not strong or certain— only recent, as far as I could tell— so I fell victim to my interest." A mild admittance, if it could be called as such. "If you wish me gone, that is fine, but if you attack me, I will defend myself." He thought to warn them, the female in particular.