It was not the sight of his beautiful Isolde that would greet him from the entrance of the den, but instead a clearly displeased Othello now standing in his way. Well that explained why her scent was so strong here and so stale back at Scorpion's den though what he couldn't understand was why Othello was here with Isolde in the first place. Yes it seemed she'd needed someone to look after her but why share her den with Othello rather than he?
The white woman's assumption and reaction would not please him at all to be honest. Who was she to say what Isolde did and didn't want. She had wanted him to make an effort hadn't she, well how the hell was he supposed to do that if Othello was so intent on playing guard dog. "And what gives you the right to decide that?" He enquired not about to back down. He'd certainly would have to discuss this problem with Scorpion later however now he had to deal with her himself.
Or maybe he wouldn't. It seemed that Isolde had woken up anyway, whether his call or more likely Othello's shouting but she was coming out. Apparently Othello had been rather wrong in her assumption then though he would restrain from pointing this fact out to her, instead focussing his attention on Isolde, certainly jealous of the fact she would choose to show affection to Othello and yet withdrew from him now. He would retreat to pick up the meal now, bringing it closer for Isolde to avoid stepping out into the cold too much. "Good morning" He would greet, voice softening now he could speak with Isolde though he would certainly prefer it if Othello moved away in general.
