Snippet #2563408

"I'm not a pure blood. Three fourths demon, one quarter human to be exact. If you're going to despise me for what I am, at least have your facts straight." retorted the demon with a frown, reaching for his mug of ale. Sverre took a long swig, finishing the first mug with ease, a look akin to dismay in his eyes as he regarded the recently filled glass. It lasted only a few seconds before his cool stormy grey eyes returned to the woman in front of him, his brows furrowed as she all but sneered at him. He had half a mind to call her out for being rude for no good reason. Somehow he managed to keep his composure, folding his arms over his chest as the human goaded him. Goading, threatening, prodding. It was quite irksome to say the least.

Before he could combat the woman's incorrect and audacious assumptions, the serving girl from several days ago interrupted with a very welcome replacement mug of ale. As he reached for his pouch of coins, the smiling female announced it was free of charge- -much to his delight. Smiling right back at the serving girl, Sverre gave her a little nod of appreciation before returning his attention to the hunter in front of him. "That was generous of her." he mused aloud, raising his mug as if for a toast before taking a long, satisfied swig. Placing the mug with a soft thunk on the table, he all but scowled at the huntress across from him.

"What they'd do, is they either would want proof, or they might chase me out. Or maybe they'll start to rethink some of their preconceived notions. Who knows. As far as packs go, I don't have one, as I said before. Are you difficult on purpose, or just not paying attention to anything I say? Quite vexing indeed. A strong woman you may be, but that tongue of yours is so sour for no reason at all." the male idly drummed his fingertip against the table and then the side of his glass as he held the handle, eyes appraising the woman's posture. He had an almost imperceptible twitch in the corner of his eye, the woman's presumptuous words grating on him more than he'd like to admit, and his name once more on her lips. It was made worse by the incessant thoughts of her physical appearance, cursing how much she resembled his long dead friend. Sverre nearly ground his teeth in frustration.

Her threats didn't even earn an arch of a brow, or a single falter in his body language. He looked almost bored with the harsh warning, letting it pass over him as if unheard. He simply frowned, pointing an accusing finger her direction. "Such words might work if I hadn't heard them before, especially since you've been threatening me since you first saw me. But enough of this beating around the bush. I'm not saying anything until you explain how in the hell you know me. Even if you've heard my name by some chance, how likely would you know I am the one who goes with that name? Spill it, you're hiding something, and I damn well deserve to know why you presume to know me so well. Talk missy." he demanded, not once raising his voice. Despite keeping his voice level, the demon's eyes were impatient and annoyed, glaring at the dark haired beauty before him.