The man that had accepted him was...interesting.
The threat had left only warm humor settled in the chest of Achille. Fuck around could mean a great many things. Yet this would not be his first spring. He imagined that the implication was clear. Two men could feel the warmth in their bones just as any woman might.
So Achille was not welcomed to...mingle among their soon-to-be perfumed women. Not that he felt so inclined with his own preferences, but clearly no one could have known that. It was for the best that they had offered their warning to him and had assumed nothing of his own tastes.
For now he wished only to make himself useful, as promise.
"I know you must be a busy man," His features crinkled with warmth. "Yet I have come to see if you might spare time for me. A hunt, perhaps?"
He sought to bond them as packmates, as trusted figures.
"I will settle for a patrol if the land is not so giving today."
" a-sheel pas-kal "
achille's name is the french pronunciation and the faintest accent tinges the edges of his words
achille's name is the french pronunciation and the faintest accent tinges the edges of his words