Raven's Watch The blood of the covenant runs deeper than the water of the womb

"Sweetheart, you look cool without a sword," Teagan said with a roll of his bright green eyes, a smirk playing lazily on his lips. A warm chuckle rumbled goodheartedly from his chest when Slancio pretended to swoon at his words. It had been sometime since he had relaxed so much around someone who was almost a complete stranger, and the coywolf still wasn't sure if he liked this feeling. He loved socialising, don't get him wrong, but there was something about pack commitments that restricted him somewhat on communicating with mere strangers.

Whatever. When have you cared about rules, anyways? You're growing soft, Wilde.

"I completely agree," Teagan nodded. "The other princes of hell are jealous of me, you know why? 'Cause I'm gorgeous, while they just have horns sprouting out of their skulls. You get me?" he laughed and eased himself into a sitting position, relaxing his muscles as he fixed his vibrant viridian gaze on his greyscale companion. "Don't worry, sweetheart. I'll definitely get you dinner."