Cedar Sweep i'm in a clique, but i want out

Peaches.

Him? Peaches?

He might have gone red in the face had he not already been so, and cloaked in fur. Admittedly he felt weirdly smitten despite the words that followed. All delicately wrapped up in a sense of security from such friendly demeanors showed to him.

They killed. All things like them did, though. Granted he knew not what fell into the bounds of worth murder to them. Unaware of their rules or moral compass specifics.

Charming. He hummed at the playful offer. A one use ticket of safe travel or the offer of ones who would kill for him. A stroke to a deeply buried ego, truly. He did not know the risk to accepting or denying either offer. As short lived as their interactions had been so far, Patroclus did find himself intrigued. He wished to know more of the two in front of him.

If I stay I simply ask that you make use of me well. I do best when placed alongside someone who needs assistance. A slight pause for them to process. My skills lie in more...supportive and consoling ways. I know I am a stranger still, but sometimes an outside eye is needed. He offered with a wolfish wink.