For once, that soothing wave of relief washed over him. She told him that she could never forget about him and that he was the measure against which all other men in her life were set up to. Again, his mind flickered to the thought of Renier and he made a face as she turned her eyes skyward. At least he could be grateful that she verbally confirmed that no one had even come close.
Silence crept between them and Skoll quietly glanced upwards to where his sister had begun to stargaze. He retorted in-between her remarks, "I'm aware..." A thin-lipped expression was cast over to Morganna as she expounded on the fact that perhaps the bloke had a few "new" moves that their step-father hadn't even seen yet. Skoll doubted it (he had eavesdropped a couple of times on Angier whenever he had thought to relay tidbits and stories of his upbringing within Bertram Valley), but he had no choice but to take her word for it. Morganna, these days, was often more right than wrong, and he would not even dare to challenge her.
"You said 'us,'" he mentioned, sudden suspicion creeping up into his tone and making it acidic on the ears again. "How will I know he won't kill me to get to you?" Pride swelled in his chest, ballooning against his heart, as he was sure that he managed to figuratively romp one step ahead of her. An impish grin managed to recover itself on his maw, wondering if he would get some sort of revenge on her if he teased, "You know you're quite a catch, sis. It'd be rather terrible if he, say, slipped and fell into my jaws." Unbeknownst to Skoll, Craw was actually a rather heavy brute, tank-like and built for power and impact instead of speed. He hadn't even seen the man in passing at all since he had joined; this would be the first he had ever heard of him. "Does he fancy you?"