At the end of a line, far far away.

She was confusing – the hybrid found it difficult to decipher whether she was insulting him or praising him, which left him feeling like a buffoon. With the initial conflict at the start of their conversation Styx had taken her comment the wrong way, but he also had been unsure of what she had meant by it. He had been under the assumption that she had felt negatively about how strict her parents had been, which was why the youth had thought she was insulting him. A frown creased his maw as she spoke; now he wasn’t sure how to respond. Her final comment sounded like an insult, but the youth did not want to assume and snap back at her with vinegar dripping off his words. As a loner he made sure that those he crossed paths with did not like him, but now that he was a leader of a pack – and wanted it to thrive – he needed to have his crew like and respect him. If they didn’t he knew that Neverwinter would fail, and Styx certainly did not want that to happen. “Sorry for the miscommunication,” he responded after a long pause, his seafoam eyes focused on the female’s pale figure as he spoke. “If they were great alpha’s why did you leave?” He was curious, but was also desperate for a change of topic as he wanted to avoid any more miscommunication.