Golden Glade Half way on a slow move

Of course it was both. It was rather obvious, but it was always good to hear it being said. You know what they say about assuming after all.

As the other spoke, there was a certain choice of words and tone that sounded, to him, as if he was being spoken down upon. Of some things, he didn't like to be patronized. He knew of the advantages of being in a pack and didn't need it man-splained to him as if he was some brain dead whelp who couldn't understand the basics themselves. His smile faded and his eyes offered a bored-ish look as he cast a side-eye to the brute. 

Not to mention how 'edgy' he tried to make himself out to be, blatantly boasting about murder and slaughter as if that was some kind of selling point - maybe to others it would be, but to the lazy free-loader Abaddon, it simply sounded like - Sounds like a lot of work. and that didn't tickle his fancy, not one bit. 

Thank you for the 'education' the sarcasm dripped from every word as he spoke, if he could do the classic bunny ear quotes, he would in this instance. But I believe I will still pass on the offer. (the one by Nyra more so since she's the one who invited him) Hoping down off a log with a slithering grace, he cast a glance over his shoulder before heading off to give the man enough time to talk a little longer.