"Well you've learned that much, at least." Precious little Bambi, still scared of his own shadow. But that was a lie, wasn't it, because Bambi didn't have teeth. It didn't hunger. It didn't predate. Not like this one soon would. Would those watery little eyes weep over the inevitable, uncontrollable kill? How long until his mournful heart became enamoured with the rush of death?
Tristian stared down at Rhys, his face becoming stony and unreadable. "Is that so?" There was no promise that he would let go as his pale eyes kept the fledgling pinned to the spot almost as much as his grip.
And then he huffed. "Well if you really think you can find your way alone in this city, who am I to stop you?" Tension broken, he gave Rhys' hair a gentle pat. "Don't be a stranger though, will you? I'll be terribly unhappy if we don't meet again soon. Providing you survive the night, of course."