Dragoncrest Cliffs Donnez-moi une suite au Ritz, je n'en veux pas

He could tell he was depriving her of something that she wanted. If he trusted her at all to treat it gently, he might have given her a look, but manipulation wasn't going to work. He was stubborn and proud, and the combination of both those qualities made him ruthlessly selfish. He took pleasure in denying his sister's request, and when she offered to let him see her treasure, he simply raised his brows, pouted a bit at the corner of his lips and shrugged dismissively. 

"Non." He said, before he added a faint smile that did little other than crease the soft fur at the corners of his eyes and pull his lips a bit more thin. "Mési, menm si." He added politely. He lifted a paw briefly to nudge the shark tooth back toward her, careful to use the toepad so he wouldn't risk scratching the thing. While he didn't want it, it was still a precious gift from Val, though he pitied it for having been given to the most destructive of the children.