Oh, that was definitely a pout that crossed Judas's attractive features, if only for the barest of moments; pouting wasn't attractive, even if the rest of him was, and he knew it. Still. A training pen? He might as well keep her in the trailer, if that was his compromise.
"She can't hunt in a training pen, Adair..." Judas's eyes were hooded, and his voice was quiet. "And that was the whole reason I came to ask. What if I only let her out after hours? When all the people were gone? Then you wouldn't have to worry about her...I dunno, causin' a fuss or whatever. Even though I thought that was what the whole purpose of this Carnival was..."
He sighed, and shook his head a little. "Sorry. That was unjust. It's just that if I can't get her out to hunt, I might as well just keep her in the trailer and keep feedin' her the sickly little crap mice I picked up at that pet store. She doesn't like 'em very much, she's getting thinner and more lethargic...I'm just...I'm worried about her getting sick, or..."
He paused, for a moment, the word and thought sticking in his throat. Ruby was the closest thing to a best friend that he had, for all that she couldn't talk; she'd certainly been with him longer than anyone he knew now.
"...Please, Adair." Quieter, now, and heartfelt. "I promise if anything happens Arkady can take it from my hide. Or my veins. But she's important to me..."