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Ah, well the bruises and claw marks wouldn't be comfortable, but it could have been worse. He could explain it away by saying some sort of creature attacked him, though Imri doubted he would like the description of said creature. "Umh, yeah, okay." If he'd let go the other boy would have likely fallen back and cracked his skull against the tree trunk. If anyone saw them like this it was going to be hard enough to explain and having an unconscious earthling would make it worse.

Imri waited until his legs had disentangled themselves before setting him back onto his feet. As soon as he did he released contact all together and stepped back. "I don't have standards; not in that way." And after a healthy pause, Imri added candidly, "...Maybe the next time you try to flirt with an Elarian just don't? It's better for your health. "

"You have Aishan blood?" Imri quipped skeptically. Maybe it was his ears? They were long and pointed, unlike the drooping Yaeli or his own mother's shorter ears. The rest of him, however, looked nothing like any of the Alkidike he'd seen. It just...didn't add up to Imri at all. He'd never seen a hybrid this mixed before and he was starting to think he was just being messed with again.

"Well, at least you picked the better parts of me." Most days he couldn't decide if being the only male in an encampment of Elaria was truly a blessing from Elzira or a cruel joke. The only one who made him feel truly at home was his mother, Lucijah, and for that he carried shifters in high esteem.

As for this one Imri couldn't tell if he was insufferable or something else entirely. Something not unpleasant but...confusing.

"I'm going to leave now, but...sorry, about your back. I meant it though, about the flirting. Don't do it; you're bad at picking targets." Imri started to turn away, but paused and looked back. "It's Imri, by the way. My name."

If that were the case then there was little wonder why Imri had difficulty believing the young man before him. If his father was only a quarter Alk then he was less and soon enough Aisha's blood would be little more than a footnote in his line. Imri didn't know if he was horrified or curious.

"Doubtful." Still, there was notably less bite than usual in his tone and though he didn't smile there was a bit of amusement there. He wasn't expecting that smile, though; it caused his skin to burn from sheer awkward embarrassment. Why was he always doing things like that?

"Be careful, Zohra; some of my sisters aren't as nice as me." At that he did give a bit of a smile; a little, crooked one. "My literal sister, actually. You've been warned." And with that he turned to walk off into the woods.