Listening to the two talk was oddly pleasant. The language really was beautiful, and between the storm and having Mac snuggle up closer, Uldren slowly relaxed. His eyes went half-lidded and glowed softly as he finally started to feel warm and at least a little safe. No one was likely to be out in a storm this powerful, and he knew for a fact any traces of his trail were being washed away completely, which made his lips curl just the tiniest bit. He nodded now and then as Mac gave him updates on what was actually being said, but he wasn't listening very closely, at least not until Mac started laughing.
He roused a little, his faint smile sliding right off his face. A desire demon? What the hell was that? It sounded like a god damned whore! He wasn't a whore, he was a god damned prince! And while Mac was a great many things, a slut wasn't one of them, at least not outside their current relationship. Uldren was no longer in a warm and happy haze; unfortunately, he was glaring at both the elf and Mac again. And he'd been feeling so good a moment ago!
Uldren didn't answer any of the man's explanations with words, just grunts or growls, and the sound of the conversation was no longer soothing, especially when Mac started to look upset. His eyes flicked from one to the other and back again as the discussion seemed to get more intense. Waiting for a translation was a serious pain in the ass and he wondered if Ghost could teach him the language. It would be a hell of a lot easier to know what was going on if he could at least understand what was being said without getting it filtered through Mac. Of course, it didn't take a word-for-word translation to figure out the moment the elf asked just what he and Mac were to each other.
He sat up as the two discussed what was, or wasn't, between them, eyes narrowed and glowing brightly, the flames of the fire reflecting in them and doubling the intensity. What he and the Guardian did or didn't do was their business, and he damn sure wasn't going to be judged by a child too stupid to put up a decent perimeter guard! He growled, especially when the elf started to laugh, because until Mac translated, it certainly didn't look good. Uldren bristled when the man smiled at him, but he gave the elf a slight jerk of the head, lessening his glare a trifle. He did slide an arm around Mac's waist and pull the man a little closer though, in a very obvious and possessive way. If the kid had prejudices, he was just going to have to get over them or get wet. In fact, Uldren was tempted to fuck Mac right then and there as an abject lesson, and only the nasty weather stopped him.
"He caught me a few hits earlier and they still hurt. I've never actually tried to kidnap someone I needed to keep in good shape before. But tell him I don't like being laughed at, or feeling like I'm getting laughed at. And have Ghost teach me that damn language, getting everything filtered through you isn't working."
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He roused a little, his faint smile sliding right off his face. A desire demon? What the hell was that? It sounded like a god damned whore! He wasn't a whore, he was a god damned prince! And while Mac was a great many things, a slut wasn't one of them, at least not outside their current relationship. Uldren was no longer in a warm and happy haze; unfortunately, he was glaring at both the elf and Mac again. And he'd been feeling so good a moment ago!
Uldren didn't answer any of the man's explanations with words, just grunts or growls, and the sound of the conversation was no longer soothing, especially when Mac started to look upset. His eyes flicked from one to the other and back again as the discussion seemed to get more intense. Waiting for a translation was a serious pain in the ass and he wondered if Ghost could teach him the language. It would be a hell of a lot easier to know what was going on if he could at least understand what was being said without getting it filtered through Mac. Of course, it didn't take a word-for-word translation to figure out the moment the elf asked just what he and Mac were to each other.
He sat up as the two discussed what was, or wasn't, between them, eyes narrowed and glowing brightly, the flames of the fire reflecting in them and doubling the intensity. What he and the Guardian did or didn't do was their business, and he damn sure wasn't going to be judged by a child too stupid to put up a decent perimeter guard! He growled, especially when the elf started to laugh, because until Mac translated, it certainly didn't look good. Uldren bristled when the man smiled at him, but he gave the elf a slight jerk of the head, lessening his glare a trifle. He did slide an arm around Mac's waist and pull the man a little closer though, in a very obvious and possessive way. If the kid had prejudices, he was just going to have to get over them or get wet. In fact, Uldren was tempted to fuck Mac right then and there as an abject lesson, and only the nasty weather stopped him.
"He caught me a few hits earlier and they still hurt. I've never actually tried to kidnap someone I needed to keep in good shape before. But tell him I don't like being laughed at, or feeling like I'm getting laughed at. And have Ghost teach me that damn language, getting everything filtered through you isn't working."