The brute's response deepened Valentine's smirk. What exactly had he walked into? So far their exchange bordered on obscene and while that would have been enough to chase off most, the king wasn't most. He watched the brute slide from the shadows, slowly running his gaze over the form that was being shown off. Since it was being presented to him, he may as well enjoy it, right?
Valentine allowed the brute to approach him, willing to let the other do all the work and sweat the distance between them. ”Do you find yourself asking that question to most company that comes across you, though?” The king's lips twitched upwards again, this time his amusement kept in check. "Only when I'm bored." He grew weary of packlife and of mundane conversations. Elaborating, he stated, "A friend is good for conversation, a foe for a fight. But food?" Valen's eyes narrowed wickedly. "I guess that really depends on the prey."
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NOTE: Valentine has a female striped skunk companion named Lefty. Unless stated otherwise assume she's present.
