we know its broken, but here we are

Her peel of laughter that echoed through the cavern was cute. A feminine cackle that begged attention. Jiro growls in response, a low rumble that vibrates in his chest. Even her words, that so begged to be listened to, were practically music to his ears. She made it very obvious that however she was being raised was to be fearless and bold, a trick to keep others at bay. Unfortunately for her, Jiro didn't care for that much. He made his own space in life, whether others liked it or not.

Coming to stand, weight pressed upon his three good paws, he limps forward into the shafts of light. Keeping his head aligned with his shoulders and body in a relaxed position, Jiro gives her a raised brow expression as if to say 'is this better?' The smirk that lingers on his obsidian lips isn't trying to hide either as he walks closer to her, encroaching on her space. Let her snap, see what happens.

"I was merely making a splint for my leg," he murmurs, lifting up his injured leg to show her proof. "Is that alright by you, Inferno Princess?" Jiro dons the nickname as he gets a better look at her appearance. His smoky silver gaze sliding over her smaller figure as he lifts his head up as if he were looking condescendingly down his nose at her.