Sick of It [PO]

Ren really, really did not want to want to interact with this wolf. Not one bit. Had his sister not asked so sweetly for him to stay - even if it was nonverbal - he'd not be here anyways. As it was, the man was irritated beyond belief that the source of his aggravation was standing before him... and was speaking to him. Schooling his face into that of cold neutrality, he stared up at Riv with a bored expression. "Perhaps I am, Rivaxorus Adravendi," he responded mildly, no previous sign of irritation shown. The boy's next question made Ren's irritation rise, but he withheld it inside of him, instead staring up at the king with a very nonchalant expression on his face. No, he would not rise for this wolf; he would not show him more than the basic of respect given for any strange wolf. An alpha he may claim to be, but he had not earned Ren's respect - and therefore, would receive nothing more than the courteous coolness one would be given by a stranger. "Quite possibly," Ren replied, tone bland and inoffensive.