"It does make me wonder what would happen if we did refuse," he mused. "Menace without a message. I suppose sooner or later someone will find it worth testing." He hoped it was soon. He was eager to know more of his surroundings and there didn't really seem to be anyone to ask. The man he'd met on arrival offered no way home and, if there was a leader, they were keeping themselves scarce.
"Of course. It was difficult to miss the differences between my... family and other's experience." Werewolves had different criteria for advancement than humans. To them, and to hunters, limiting opportunity based on gender was wasteful and silly. How could you tell from something so arbitrary who a true leader was? (He found himself thinking of Talia Hale. He shook his head a little.) Deucalion had little time for poor strategy. He was well aware none of that could be voiced here however.
He chuckled. "Perhaps a show of strength? To be honest I don't know what would excite our... clientele. They like to be shocked but only to a point. I suspect most of them want to be reassured more than challenged, that they are fortunate and here is why. Unsettled but not traumatised. Of course, I have never really understood the appeal of the freakshow. Perhaps we need to put some energy into understanding the dangers of this era." (At least dangers to people who weren't him). He paused for a moment. "How provocative are you prepared to be?" If he were to be honest he didn't much like having to turn his attention to these things. It wasn't her fault. He kept his tone even, hiding his general irritation.
"In the middle of something. Yes. Me too. There's a distinct lack of consideration going on here." His tone was half sympathetic, half genuine irritation. Who knew what Jennifer was doing, and to whom. What of Scott? Everything he'd been building lost in a moment. It took a great deal of his fortitude and self-control to keep his head when his thoughts went back to it.
"There's always rebellion but, historically, that rarely ends well," he shrugged. "And I expect, even if we took control of the circus, or left it, we'd still be in this... quaint era. If we are to get home maybe we need to be more strategic about it." Or there was no going home. Deucalion was light on hope and high on ambition but they weren't always interchangeable.