this isn't mischief
He watches her carefully (as he watches most things) for any sign of emotion. Her gaze shifts from curious to hard and he manages to contain a full-blown smirk into a crooked, half smile. He knows what he’s doing (to a queen no less), and his face clearly reads that he doesn’t care. His respect for anything society might deem higher than him is slim unless said higher-up does something to gain that respect. In this case, this raven-wielding queen is going to have to try harder to gain his respect if she wants it.
Another raven settles on her back and his bruised eyes are drawn toward it. Although birds don’t normally bother him, the fact they were watching him and reporting to their mistress sends little prickles across his skin. His eyes, however, turn to remain latched on the queen. Graying lips dance again into that charismatic, mischievous grin. He sighs once, ears flicking briefly as if he were in thought.
“Oh, I don’t prefer to speak too highly of myself,” he says slyly, although the chaotic expression in his eyes speaks otherwise. “It could also depend on your definition of interesting…” He pauses for a moment, regarding her again with newfound curiosity. Her ravens are looking for someone interesting. Therefore, she’s looking for someone interesting (but for what purpose?). His head tips to the side slightly. “What are you looking for, Straia? I can be many things; it just depends on what you want.”
lokii
this is mayhem
