Jade Fern Grove Not a yes sir, not a follower.

he does not like to be caught out like this -- ruffled, clumsy, out of sorts. for a moment he doesn't respond to her, clearing his throat forcing himself to settle. grooming his chest like an irritated cat the messeda boy says, "well, perhaps so, but nonetheless," an utterly nothing statement -- like he'd ever admit he'd been in error. 

feeling significantly more in control of himself again, samothes runs a paw across his snout, leveling her with a cool look. "what was that word?" he asks -- perhaps a silly detail to catch on, but look, he's eager to move past the part where he tripped over a stranger, and the woman's strange accent is intriguing.