a growl to respond to his caused the hellhound's tail swish in something like delight. the other, however, pussied out and flattened himself to the floor, ears down against the skull. smart move, cheetah-boy. damion mused. act weak in front of a powerful group then gain their trust, entry, then kill everyone in their sleep. that wasn't going to happen, not if damion could help it. he settled back down on his haunches, optics narrowing, not buying mercury's act one bit.
