Cedar Sweep so what's the deal with this?

A cold cruel smile lit up his face, and his eyes flashed. He hated being talked down too, especially when he was minding his own business. Before he hadn't been able to do much about it, but now he was free. And he could.

He spoke voice low, laced with arsenic and edges. Doesn't look like much tracking. You look like you're observing. If you were tracking, you'd be in more foliage, down wind and away from the edges.

He raised a brow. Call him a fool, but she irked him. The only reason he hadn't told her to piss off, was the simple fact she smelled like Fury who had been kind enough to him.