Deepwood Weald i kissed a frog at midnight so he sang me a lullaby

Laughter was not a luxury the scarred man often got to indulge in but the words of his inky companion amused him and a gruff snicker spilled from his lips. "You think?" he asked, brow arching as the words left his mouth and a smirk split his jaws. 

It was a surprise he'd not yet felt the cool touch of teeth around his neck for young ones these days were so easily pushed over the edge and the subtle insults shared between them were often enough to irritate anyone into violence. So whether it be out of habit or some deep rooted good nature, Sanguinus aimed to disperse any ill will between them as he quite enjoyed the stranger's company despite him being rather perverse. "You're pretty good at stargazing kid, and I thank you for teaching me a bit of your craft."