playing by the golden rule

Caught up in his work, the delicate male hadn't noticed the Warlord's approach until the titan was looming over him. Verdant eyes lifted towards the giant's features, but didn't meet his gaze out of respect. A slow, demure nod was his initial response to the query. He rolled slowly onto his hip, the ridges of his narrow spine pressed against the smooth, cool stone of the Obelisk. With one dainty forepaw, he shunted the unshucked oysters towards the little pot of brine. "I have been doing my best to ensure the pack is well fed, along with my duties to care for Princess Ophelia-chan." he explained, heavy accent clinging to the softer syllables of his speech. The tip of his tail twitched subtly, and the waif glanced up to try and see what the Warlord might be thinking. His chiseled features were impassive as usual, but there was no obvious malice.. "I harvested too many of these for my purposes, you're welcome to take the rest, if you would like?" he offered, gesturing to the small pile of oysters beside the iron kettle.

"I have had much more time to brush up on my cooking skills, since my arrival. I have been attempting to recreate old family recipes in my spare time." he added, gesturing with a tip of his slender snout towards the kettle. Tension built in his narrow shoulders, wondering if there was an ulterior motive of some sort behind the Warlord's approach. Had he not been fulfilling his duties well enough? He was aware that he had been falling somewhat behind in his attentions to the princess, but it was hard to believe that it was to a degree that might warrant the pack's leader stepping in... right?