His eyes followed the newly named Xairo’s movements without turning his head, again countering that dominating presence with his calm outward demeanor. The dismissal of Armada though? Iskandor’s lips curved into a small, knowing smile. A spark entering his eyes—a challenge. A need to show this stranger just who he was messing with. Only he didn’t take the bait, didn’t rise to the insult. “Perhaps you’d do well to learn more about the world around you, then. Ignorance is not bliss—it's a failure on your part.” The Fatalis prince’s lips quivered with the jab he’d unleashed, his eyes crinkling at the edges as impulse began to win out over his aloofness.
