"Rose," Cort greeted his mate with a nod, his voice in a relaxed, less sarcastic tone than normal, gently nipping her on the ear as he set his set of daggers down beside them. He only used that tone around specific people, very few of them outside his blood relatives, and it shocked everyone that heard it that it even existed at all. "How are you this evening?" he asked, his calculating, cold midnight blue eyes softer, less irritated. "I hear Jasons been giving you hell recently. What have I missed while back home? Anything I need to be particularly blunt about?" He looked out the nearby window, seeing one of his sons playing with a filly from the herd him and his siblings watched guard over. "Or I guess the better question would be: did I miss anything important?"
