Scowl says *just snorted at the comment, it not really being her business as to whether or not he shared information with her. Not to mention, it would take more than just one evening of telling the story behind his reasoning. A story he barely remembered himself, mostly because of all the torture he had been put through. He honestly couldn't even say for sure of what he knew if it was even true... not that he was going to let himself be swayed to think any other way besides. However, even if Scowl was going to ignore her, the rat decided to be a bit more social, making his way off of Scowl's horn and along the back of the chair until he came to perch on the stack of books behind her, sniffing her curiously, it being...very odd for them to have visitors... especially of the female kind... and fox...* |