Urudal smiled softly at the little jab about pouting.  Fine. He was pouting.  He had been known for being angry and having a temper, but usually something needed to set him off.  Something needed to ignite the fire.  Ilion was creating a burning desire elsewhere.<br/><br/>A rumbling laugh escaped before he could swallow it down. “Dog.” He laughed more, “Cuddly!”   He shook his head as he rubbed a hand over his features.  “You are not as expected either.  Expected asshole like rest.  Arrogant jerk who think better than everyone else.	Think he can get away with anything.  You are... not.”<br/><br/>Urudal started to follow Ilion out into the water. “I want to figure you out more.”  He opened his mouth to say more, but then what Ilion said clicked,  “You think I am impressive? You like?”  He hoped that Ilion did, but  the nagging in the back of his head said to be wary.