Hideaway Strath blueblood

He can tell Teya seems the slightest bit nervous around his iron war maiden. It’s only natural. Nyra is quite intimidating when she feels the need to be and is even intimidating when she tries not to be. Though, when she settling her gaze on him, he cannot see the surprise that graces her beautiful face at the state of him — all the healing wounds that lie across his face. Most surprisingly made by the ones he cares most for. It’s a punishment brought upon him by them — Nyra and Simmik. He deserves it. Yet, he his a fickle man that thinks with his dick just as much as his head and even now, after his scolding by the two females, he looks at Teya longingly. Oh yes, he still wants her, but should he? Only time can tell which decision he chooses. The right and the wrong answer clear as day. 

Still, he listens to the two before him. Listens as Teya explains more details on what their alliance could entail. He is disappointed to hear that he won’t be getting information in exchange, but surely Brechliant could compensate for them in some way. His disappointment doesn’t shine through his face or eyes, he keeps them neutral. He has many years and much experience of doing such things, though he hardly ever cares to.

So when Nyra is the last to speak Kynareth takes his turn with a soft inhale of breath. Gazing first to Teya, he speaks.

“That’s fine.” He hums evenly in regards to her pack staying neutral. “I agree to the terms. I would also say that you don’t make it horribly known that you’re allied with us. Just in case. Don’t want to cause conflict between you and your existing allies. We’re not extremely liked.” He hums the last sentence with a deadly smile full of mischief. His face does become a bit softer then, much more genuine and less intimidating. “But we do treat our allies right. That, you would never have to worry about, dear.”

He carries on anyway. “It’s true, we have some skilled medics as I said, but we are primarily fighters.”

Now, to say Kynareth isn’t getting tense energy from Nyra would be a lie. He senses her linger glare and odd stare she sends his way. He chooses not to acknowledge it. Only a second later does he realize that she’s probably giving him that dirty look due to the fact she might recognize Teya’s scent from the time Nyra caught him messing around with her. Still, he tries to continue formally.

“Do you agree Nyra?” He asks looking towards his Overseer and glancing at Teya to see if she has anything else to say as well.