Ankyra Sound his name's codeine, he's the nicest thing i've seen

Talk, talk, talk. What had he gotten himself involved in with this pack? As he stood behind the girl, Vengeance found his patience dwindling by the second. White his white counterpart seemed please with just standing around, waiting for Raleska to decide on what she would do in this very moment; Vengeance, on the other hand, was itching for something more than just simple diplomacy, to talk it out and see if they can come to a mutual agreement. 

He wasn't Illidan. Illidan had his strength is diplomacy, in thinking things through, and Vengeance appreciated that about him - but it wasn't his way; and despite Raleska's supposed rage toward the situation, she had decided to hear the dark male out instead of taking matters in her own fangs. As they continued to speak, unconsciously his eyes went from Vercingetorix and slid over to Raleska. A hard scrutinizing gaze as he studied her. Picked her apart from where he stood.

He was beginning to tire of playing the good boy and sitting back, watching, quietly watching the drama unfold. He was beginning to bore.