Angelus continued to observe quietly. His gaze darted from grown up to grown up as they spoke. When Katja's gaze locked on him he had to fight the urge to squirm. Her cold, silver gaze seemed to drill right into him. He didn't like it, didn't like the way she seemed to stare right at his flaws, but as long as her eyes were on him, he made himself gaze back. If his dad could do it without flinching then so could he.
Her gaze soon left him and the conversation carried on. The young Imperialis was pleased with himself. This alpha business was easy. If all he had to do was talk nice and look cool then he'd have it down in no time and he'd be the best alpha there ever was.
