Oh wasn't he so bold? Where had he gotten this fire from? This air of superiority? It seemed so very much like @Craw, as though he'd been receiving lessons. Or he'd taken a page from his book. What a dick. Did Lorcan really have to try and walk in his shoes? Follow his lead? Askan tsked as he passed, noting how the Whitestone wolf made a pointed effort to ignore him. How petty, like a child. He wasn't going to give Lorcan the satisfaction of a proper response, he didn't deserve one. Neither was he going to pay attention to his baseless accusations.

Pah, as though Askan didn't have any sense. He had plenty of sense. He couldn't let Lorcan have the last word though, that went against his nature and his pride wouldn't allow it.

So Askan simply muttered "entitled arsehole" loud enough so said wolf could hear and grinned in satisfaction once all was said and done.

He waited till Lorcan was truly gone before he turned to Sahalie, his expression had changed in the blink of an eye. One moment he had been smug, the next he seemed troubled, as though a great weight had slammed down upon his shoulders. As satisfying as that had been, he hoped he hadn't made the situation worse. Perhaps he could have exercised some tact, but it was too late to regret it now. He simply had to deal with the consequences and hope that they weren't too dire. He had never been the sort to worry, he always had such confidence in his actions, but from time to time he remembered it was all a ruse. That he wasn't nearly as self assured as he pretended to be, sometimes the mask slipped just a little and others could see that he was just... Askan shook his head. Nope. He was having none of that shit, not today.

"You probably noticed, but we don't get along. Never have really." He admitted with a shrug, not that he needed to. This wasn't her business and yet he felt inclined to, as though she was owed an explanation.