Symon cocked a brow at this. Lyr had mentioned in passing his conversation with Asra, but it seemed that he would have to get the rest of the details from him. Something to look forward to. "Are you trying to make me jealous?" He asked, his lips quirked up, that faint amusement coming back to the surface once more.

But then it drained at that animal's wail, familiar but not. The quirk deepened in his lips, that glint appearing in his eyes. He stood, stretching his neck experimentally, his hand resting on the hilt once more. He wished for a moment for Jasper, but banished the thought. It hadn't been practical to take her with Asra.

"Do you want to say back here?" He asked the man, the fire in his eyes stoking higher, "Or do you want to fight with me?"