Dyne eyed Chara with a shadow of a smirk on his face, â€œlet her have her envy, she should have made peace with the fact that her thoughts of me are the only thing of me she's going to have.â€ He slid into the chair on the opposite side of the table of the two of them, the smirk widening as he looked at Chara with his characteristic intensity, â€œyou lack the appropriate bits Chara, I thought we went over this already? Though you're free to try anyone left here worth being with that you two haven't already shared, though I think that leaves very few left.â€<br/><br/>His eyes narrowed in amusement next, â€œyes, well I would think you wouldn't be too concerned with my life. At least you two realize more so than these scattered clans that I'm more than capable of taking care of myself.â€ He grunted as he reached across the table and flipped a cigarette into his mouth from the pack hidden under a jacket and lit it, blowing out a plume of blue smoke, â€œyet they keep sending their 'best' after me, and I keep leaving them in pieces on the ground. If this keeps up, we're going to run out of Garou before it's all over.â€<br/><br/>He frowned at the cigarette as if it was all the nicotine stick's fault. He was used to having the occasional attempt on his life from different ambitious if somewhat idiotic clan. What he wasn't used too, and wasn't too pleased with, was the frequency in which they were occurring lately. He couldn't go a week, sometimes less depending, without someone trying to attack him or his generals. It was originally irritating, now it was just starting to piss him off. It reeked of desperation and he privately wondered what was driving them to such obviously desperate maneuvers. Perhaps his scouts weren't as adept at their job as they had once been, that or he needed more out there keeping tabs. He needed more lone wolves who could gain some trust under his belt.<br/><br/>His eyes flickered to Andy as he slid behind him, pupils dilating at the proximity of the man to him. Even amongst the mingled smells of blood, dirt and cigarette that was filling his nose, he could still smell the other wolf and as was par for the course, he was pumping out sex pheromones. Dyne's eyes trailed after him as he moved back to his sister, tapping the cigarette in his hand in a rhythmic fashion.<br/><br/>A frown came across his face again, â€œit wouldn't have anything to do with the fact that you two happen to know every pattern and tactic we have for defense and perimeter. But you make a fair point, perhaps it's time to put a fire under their ass, they have been getting quite complacent lately. Bit predictable, and I haven't been paying a lick of attention have I? Shame on me, but you raise a fair point, who else to make it apparent than the ever....subtle Chara?â€<br/><br/>He eyed the Alpha Bitch with an amused glint, â€œfeeling up to putting the fear of god into them? Or the fear of you anyways? I'm sure you could get a decent kick out of scaring a few sentries shitless, maybe that will get the point across.â€