Swiftcurrent Creek The shade

It seems they don’t take well to compliments and if he weren’t concerned they’d woop his ass in that moment he would’ve laughed. He doesn’t though, only raises a curious cream brow at her in question, a sly smile moving over his maw for a few seconds. 

He finally becomes entirely respectful when she speaks to him of their trade of choice. The art of being a warrior. So at her description the Saint nods softly, almost enthusiastically. 

“I am. I also trained the entirety of my too long life.” The male answers back confidently. “And may I ask what a mando’ad is?” His pronunciation is slow but sure as he makes sure he says it just as she had. “Is it a part of your code? Religion? Clan maybe?”