Greatwater Lake When all you've got is nothing, there's a lot to go around

ah, straight and to the point. something akin to relief crosses their features, though they don't say anything aloud, intrigued with the dramatics of the schpeal. sascha is not so concerned with re-establishing melonii rule of the woods or whatever, legacy, et cetera. kove was vaguely rude to them once and as far as they're concerned it is reason enough for him to get what's coming to him.

"understood," they say, the corners of their mouth pulling up into a lazy smirk. this is definitely something his fathers would approve of them doing, they think -- and although something tells sascha damien is going to make them actually work, well. they can allow themselves to be pulled into the theatrics of their imposed bloodline for the time being. "if you'll have me," the gloaming being offers, quirking an eyebrow -- a formality, sure, but they've pissed off enough of their cousins to cop to being a little formal.