Nimbus Summit the debts of ukiyo

As per usual, the Grandmaster is too quick to get comfortable with the female stranger. Always too eager to get to know a woman he’s never met before. Though he asks questions, he only gets an expectant demand veiled in an almost casual statement. She’s put him in his place, something he often deserves. Yet, her fire only drawls him in more, makes him much more eager for attention, but of course, he’s forgotten his manners. Something that tends to happen often with the brindled male.

He chuckles softly at her words and bows his head in what could be considered a casual apology. “Of course. Where are my manners?” He hums humorously. “Kynareth Deagon, alpha of the Saints.” He introduces, looking back to her with a soft, but expectant expression that shows he’s waiting for her to do the same.