[Is that a flash of anger in him? Maybe. But very surface. Disappointment, maybe, but it's gone again as soon as it came. Swallowed by the void of nothing behind Sam's ribs where his soul should be. He's not happy though, that's for sure.
He opens the bottle, somehow fittingly adorned with a skull and cross bones, and offers to fill her near by glass.]
[ He would have. And he probably would have loved it. ]
It is. Yes.
[ It's an odd feeling, to pick up on the snippets of those emotions, and she isn't entirely sure what to do with them. This is really the first encounter she's had where she's had the chance to really feel something like that.
To be honest, that's what I'm trying to figure out.
I spoke with him a few days ago and his behavior struck me as somewhat unusual. I have to confess, I don't know as much about Human social behavior as I should, but he seemed a little...
[She struggles a moment, trying to find the right word.]
Aloof. And that doesn't seem like Sam. If that makes any sense at all?
[A little sigh and he raises the bottle to her filled glass. He'll drink straight from the vessel, he doesn't care. It's rough as fuck, though. Made out of god know's what around here. What is there to ferment, anyway?
[She's very quick to add that. And not just because she wants her first time to actually mean something. Alastrians are extremely territorial. She certainly doesn't want to imply that she's moving in on someone else's territory. That's the kind of thing that leads to blood feuds and broken packs.
Ariadne so very desperately likes the little pack she had in Deerington.]
He didn't know you were here, in Trench. I told him, after Dean told me. I don't mean to imply that he was intentionally betraying your trust.
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