Ah, so the hellhound was messing around with other clanners. This one smelt different compared to Tanglewood and the Rosebloods, the experimented mutt of a hybrid would dwell on the sidelines wondering if he would be able to get a bite from this small creature. Hardly an appetizer but the beast knew that it pissed off Vagabond, that's what he mainly lived for since it was the most funniest shit he had experienced here so far. He was asking her questions, that wasn't even remotely exciting. Kliment was so tempted to intervene and show the other how things were done properly, he parted his jaws eventually sneering "WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO? TALK HER TO DEATH?" With that, his barbed tongue slithered from his cavern of teeth and curled lightly around his snout, his snout scrunched up into a taunting snarl. His claws tapped against the ground a little impatiently, if this procedure went any slower than surely Kliment would do the Pittian a favor of not having to listen to Vagabond's so, so boring questions.
"I'M A BAD LIAR" —-- KLIMENT / ROSEBLOODS / MISC.