The words the woman presented to the darkling were curious ones but not enough to spark Sinaaq to actually inquire about where it was she hailed from. Of course even if he would have inquired there was nothing that would force her to tell him the truth, for if she inquired as to where he was from the wretched would have lied. Mostly it was because the less association he had with the sperm and egg donors, the better. It had not fallen out of Sinaaq's attention that it did not make sense that he did not shed the name 'Arrluk' as well for it belonged to Akiak and Aga but he had always reasoned, with Adlartok had brought it up, that someone had to restore the glory that had been sucked from the name like parasite sucking the life from it's unfortunate victim. Whether the infection truly saw Sinaaq's point or not the darkling had never cared to pry, though, likely Adlartok had accepted his uncle's logic. It was...almost too easy to convince the smoke colored leech that his way of thinking was correct; but it did not fall under Sinaaq's radar that the child had worshiped him. Idolization was hard to be ignorant to.Wicked brow rose when she seemed inherently confused about his deeming that the musk of man that clung to the tendrils of her fur belonged to her mate. Sardonic smirk tugged effortlessly at the edges of his lips as she explained, hiding the confusion that hissed like a venomous snake around his mind. The word 'Jarl' resembled something from his own learned language but he did not make that apparent to her. An Alpha with no pack is no alpha, He was just an idiot full with an ego ten times it's normal size. If he threw himself off a cliff would you follow? Sinaaq was curious, curious about how that, supposedly worked. Perhaps it was no different than his and Aldartok's unorthodox relationship, except, at least, the relationship between uncle and nephew made sense. Aldartok needed Sinaaq to live (or had, rather) and Sinaaq needed Aldartok because the infection was all Sinaaq had left of his sister, Frigga. His dark priestess, his savior. Eyes of liquid gold studied her, head canting to the side ever so slightly, tongue gazing his sharp canines in thought as he studied her.
Studying this stranger made him want for Solia, another crack erupting in his already cracked and fissured heart as he reminded himself that he wanted for nothing. That he had to let her go and move on with his life. Such was easier said than done, of course. Attention focused back upon the ebony stranger in full, wondering if she could not think for herself and that was why she was allowing herself to be dictated by a man who, obvious to Sinaaq, whether he was right or wrong, was no true leader, despite that Sinaaq didn't know her self titled Alpha from the fox he had just devoured. I am called Sinaaq, The darkling responded in kind to her introduction — a knee jerk reaction. No, I am satisfied. Sinaaq crooned to her with a flick of his tail. Even if he wasn't, he was not the type to accept charity.