Chimera Fields pathetique

asmodeus hadn't expected belharra to say yes, and it showed upon his reptillian features. he took a step forward, but not to idly kick toward the dirt. "anywhere?" the snake inquired. there had been no preparation behind his question; a sheepish grin passed over his face.

"what about your pack?" he asked after a beat. "they'd be fucking sorry to lose you." but their lack was his gain, or somesuch. why look a gift horse in the mouth? and still, he felt compelled to understand.