Overture Downs spoken words like moonlight,

her assumption draws a crass chuckle from the man.

he shakes his head, turning red eyes upon the woman.

no, he tells her simply, his voice rough. rather, i have no respect at all. a no one.

his gaze shifts, distant now, ears flattening slightly against his dark crown. the admission comes without bitterness, but it carries a quiet weight, like a stone sinking into cold water. he does not look at her again, instead turning his attention to the horizon.

he walks.