Nice Guys Always Lose

The cambion just rolled his eyes, no need to lesson to this man. Though the demon child, wanted to teach the old dude a lesson he just growled lowly. He twitched his ear in response to the little guy's voice, he slightly wanted to say I was protecting you and my home. He just kept his mouth shut, and stepped back, he looked at the older guy once more and thought on it a little. "You know you want to, just fight him." sung Belli's husky demonic voice, though it was soothing to Kataraménos, others would probably freak if they could hear his demon guides voice. Belli I have no urge to hurt this man. For all, he is a mortal, and he is correct I should mark my home. he responded to the voice in his mind, though silent to the world. "Yes, I should mark my lands. Though I am yet to think, usually with my old home others would keep track of, other wolves scent's that mingle in this air and has a stronger strength to it. They would assume someone lived here, and I usually wait till I have seen one wolf here multiple times in a row." he might not have seen the man before, but he had noticed his scent around here before. He guessed he should mark his territory/home. So he walked over to a rocked lifted his leg, without a care in the fucking world and pissed. He set his leg back to the ground but made sure to keep it from touching, the stream of piss that trailed from the rock. "Is that better?" he hissed, venom dripping from his tone.