“If you’ve come looking for a bit of mischief, You may find yourself to be… disappointed." The edges of his lips tugged into a smile, teeth barely showing in the glimpse of a grin as he shrugged. "Well, that is a shame. But then again, it depends on what you consider mischief, hm?" He quiets down as Rhazien tells him just a little bit about Sephiran and the pack he had been claimed into. Obsidian gaze unwavering as he listened, though he had gleaned as much already. While he wasn't much good at direct, physical combat, there were other things he was pretty good at. And that included observing, and his keen eye for the information he sought. Not to mention his "medicinal" studies.
“We pillage. We indulge. We decimate.” Ah yes, he wondered when that would come up. Though he hadn't heard much since they had threatened the pack whose name was now forever lost to the wind in exchange for the child. Beyond that? He hadn't heard of any other pillaging or the like. But maybe he had missed the news of that...or perhaps they were planning on doing it. Whatever the case, he expression remained impassive for the moment as he listened to Rhazien. And then the man begged the question. “Is this truly a pack you see yourself aligning with?”
Phantom couldn't help himself. He laughed. A rising, sinister-like sound from deep within his chest, almost as if the question brought him joy. Perhaps the only time he had ever truly laughed. Or even showed a genuine expression. When he was done, he breathed in before turning his attention back to Rhazien. "My apologies, I am not laughing at you," He stated as he composed himself. "I did not seek out your pack looking to frolic and dance around fields of flowers. I've heard a few stories. I've heard the whispers. The reputation that your dear Sultan has." His voice returned to his serious monotony as his gaze bored into Rhazien's. "I know exactly how his type operates, and what this kind of pack entails." He tossed the mushroom he held at Rhazien's feet. "You know nothing about me. And if those who are no longer with us could, they'd tell you what kind of creature I am." His gaze drifted briefly to the mushroom before returning to Rhazien. "Tell me. Is that mushroom safe to eat? Or is it the type that could kill you? They thought the knew. I wonder if you do." Of course, he already knew the answer.
