The Sentinels Whispering words,

"doesn't look like she wants my help, you fucking gull," lionel shot back, eyes surveying the damage to them both. interest won over his own arrogance; he let out his breath and arched a brow at the glowering sunlit boy. "she your grandma or something?" he snickered, tongue lolling.
lionel turned toward the blackfurred she-wolf now, daring to approach only a foot or so. "so what do you think? give this a go?" if she told him to fuck off, the mayfair would do just that. no sense in endangering himself for this sunhawk. "lionel," he added, an afterthought.