the centuries fade below my feet

Nope. Manners no longer worked. The cream and russet sculpted lupine did not repond to his greeting, in turn questioning him. His golden hued orbs scanned Lucius, and it was one he had no choice but to allow. After all, the company was quite a size bigger than he, though intimidating, the roman would not let it daunt him.

"Yea, you could say that.", he replied, a slice of smartass in his voice as a retaliation for the brute not answering his greeting.
Hurt pride much, Lucius?