Blackfeather Woods i am a hoarder of worlds

For the moment, he'd been spared, a time of questioning having begun. He'd wanted to answer the first question, to explain that he really hadn't done anything to the kid, but was kept silent by the fact that it'd not been directed towards him. Rather, he'd been offered something assumed to be rhetorical, which had been spoken with a growl. Slowly, he'd glanced towards the darker male's chest, only to return his gaze to something away from him shortly after. He had no answer to give, nor did he think it would be wanted even if he had.

Xan had tried to resist allowing for his mind to drift back to the previous question, but had failed the moment Cicero answered it. "I didn't even do anything to her," he'd added. "I didn't hurt her in any way. I just walked up and she freaked out." There was some truth to what he'd said, though the moment of prodding at her had been conveniently left out.