Deceit, at its Best

So....kinda got kicked out of Trig and Cal for laughing so hard in the middle of class at how this conversation reeks of Akwardness for Finley. My god. Also, gonna direct you to get a glimpse of @Ashton because hopes they can be friends...and maybe more? *eyebrow wiggle*

Slade raised a furry black eyebrow, watching the girl flounder for her words. The silver speckled femme was both hot and cold, yes and no, in and out, up and down ( see what I did there).
Slade was enjoying every confusing second of it.
The conversation was going as smooth as the prickly scales of a matured pinecone.

The dark king sat there a few seconds, before a sly glint made a brief appearance in his volcanic stare.

"I see. If your..you say..'far far away' pack need some recruits, I recommend Ashton, to you. Great little spurt, and he's quite a bit...like you. "

At her mentioning of the residing pack, the black brute smiled, his bright sharp ivories staining rhe darkness with their luminescent color.

"Indeed, there is, and I am a member of it. Very much so proud to say such a thing. I've survived a couple of nights here. Adair wouldn't last a night, in such a place."

He chuckled, reminiscing the very thought of his compadre who had not lasted very long in his presence.