When the young man's stuttering words left his lips, it was very hard for Bass not to laugh at the unfortunate wolf caught in his cross hairs. He cleared his throat to conceal his laugh, fixing the man with his cool stare. Bass knew that he didn't have long before his daughter showed up to torture him. Although he nearly lost it when he called him 'Mr. Finch's Dad', managing to get off with just a snort. "Bass, my name is Bass. But you can call me Mr. Destruction," he said firmly. "And what exactly are your intentions with my daughter, Mr. Fiori man?" Bass asked a single brow rose in question. Honestly he was just having fun with it at this point, it was the first time that he had been able to do this. All his other kids had been rather off on their own, no one had brought anyone home or had set their eyes on a wolf within the pack. There had been the way that Lark and Lillie had been looking at each other but she had vanished, sending Lark into a more silent spell than usual. Bass looked the blue slate man, trying to figure out if he knew him from anywhere besides the festival. He didn't know his name, but he hoped that that would be fixed soon. Meeting his ruby gaze again, Bass' chin tipped upwards as he waited, that single brow still up.
