Uh-Oh, Spaghetti-O's

He was pleased (in perhaps a somewhat childlike way) that Valentine was of a mind with him in several different ways. Not only did it give him hope that the notorious man might look them over the next time he went a-knocking but more than anything, it gave him hope that he too might one day become a great leader. He was excited to think that he might find Valentine waiting at his borders when the seasons changed again, excited for whatever his pack's proximity might bring. Mithras decided that their meeting had run it's course, having accomplished all he'd planned, so he cleared his throat. "Well, I didn't come here to steal up all of your time!" Mithras gave a crooked grin as straightened, and gave himself a bit of a shake.

While the darker man was bound to be busy with other tasks, given the chance Mithras would probably pester him all day with some nonsense or another, so it was best to nip things in the bud while he could still be conjectured as "courteous." "It was a true pleasure to meet you, Valentine. Feel free to come calling whenever you'd like, if you ever have a need. I'm excited to see what the future holds for our two packs." And whether it be good or bad, that was true. Mithras was excited to feel like he was a part of something again, even if that was only the wibbly-wobbly game board of power. And more than that, he was eager to see if he might be able to earn a chance at Valentine's friendship in the future. He just knew their packs could do great things together if given the chance. But instead of melting down into a puddle of begging and pleading, he gave a last quick bow, expecting the Valen would stop him if he had a need.

-exit unless stopped-