Ravensblood Forest calling me names just because of my skin color, you know?

Complex, and simple. That was who Abaddon was. Flip-flopping between predictable and incalculable. Right now, if he could read her mind - he'd chuckle at the type of man she saw before her. This was business now, at least in his mind. Not some fling to momentarily satisfy himself and move on with his life - no, he wanted a customer. The islander stated her desires, he could see her unease and for a moment... it did come to mind what she might be guessing he wanted in return. 

His thoughts went toward the other sea-bitch he had encountered upon simply snacking on some rotting carcass. Oh, how he grinned, how desperate was Huā for this information of hers? Would she piss off a possible ally? But oh how much he wanted this one thing. Grant me immunity on your hunting grounds from you and your allies. The man said tenderly, nearly provocative as the thought tickled him in all the right places. 

Oh how it sent shivers down his spine to think how much it would piss her off!

He could even feel the prickling of his skin upon his back with goosebumps. It nearly made him purr. I have no interest in running the seals off, I only wish not to be attacked should I find myself there enjoying the scene. That however, was honest. He knew the necessities of having a lush hunting ground for any pack - but he needed this immunity. Maybe chew on some leftovers, but I will not touch the living beasts. Why not stick that nail in there too?

Give me that, and I can tell you where I was, and an educated guess where I think they are. It wasn't too much to ask right?