Blacktail Deer Plateau Progulka bez strakha «Walk with No Fear»

"Why would I tell you? Maybe if I knew your name I would consider it." 

Her unsuccessful attempt of gathering information from him. Vector saw her playing around with him, trying to fool him. Her charades. His brain had recognized her tactics, simply because he had done similar methods. Except on a more subtle low. Less perceivable. Though most could give into her coy charms, this russian knew well above than to hand first, and to recieve second. That was something that had set off his mental alarms.

However, her not only not taking his bait, but to gain confidence from it, and employ her own, had sparked a bit of wariness within the male, moreso that before. It made him wonder if she knew of what he did, or whether she was clueless to his preposed action.

Vector steeled his voice, adding a breeze that was a significant comparison to that of Russia's cruel winds, within his words, as he called her bluff.

"You try to flip the table on me, and there will be nothing in your gain. I advise the answer of such a simple question."

The autumn pelted wolf considered having a bit more persuasive effect from the start of bloodshed, his darker side beckoned at the brutal lust. But he held it at bay, his face neither contorting at the feelings within, nor given any hint of what lie below the emotionless mask he had mastered so well.