It's okay if you don't like me; not everyone has good taste

Hannibal watched the opposing eyes with a curious gaze. Fierce pink and blue eyes seemed to shamelessly take her in but there was no sign of lust in his eyes. The male's heart was consumed by his family and no longer did he feel the need to indulge elsewhere. It would be foolish to assume his eyes would not wander, everyone's did. But, his eyes would be the only wandering that would happen. Deathbelle was the love of his life and Hannibal vowed to be fully hers until the day death took him. She was the only Wolf to tame him and it would remain that way indefidently.

One and a half ears flicked at her first words. Hannibal raised a brow, "Thorns are a slow and lonely death. I'd rather be eaten by something with hunger in it's eyes." A predator would be likely to kill him before consuming him. Thorns just cause enough damage to trap one in it's tangles. You would have to bet on either bleeding out or infection taking your life.

The stranger made a comment about her scent being washed away in the sea. Hannibal offered a nod before listening to her name and following explanation. Raelyn. The male looked over her features before pinning the name to a face within the depths of his mind. Hannibal had always been good at remembering identities. "A pleasure to meet you, Raelyn. I am Hannibal Iber Klein of Ashen." The male dripped of confidence per usual. There was no lack of pride within his forsaken heart.

Hannibal's tail swished as she inquired further. A brow raised as a smirk slipped across pink lips. He could feel the lure of the vixen but he remained stationary, giving nothing away. "I have all I may ever need... and more." Beneath thick lashes his eyes flicked away from her and to the bramble. "You need not offer... services." Perhaps he was implying she was a harlot; How would that go over? "What did you do in your former home?" Hannibal decidedly lowered himself into a seated position with his tail fluffing against his hind legs.