we built this city on broken glass
Frost's own gaze tarried over the menu placed before him. Italian food, in the least, so tended to provide several of those more vegetarian options. The snowy-haired man glancing over several of those pastas with consideration before Malia declared she desired to know what was good if only because that menu failed to translate. Her inability to read so resulting in that veritable inability to choose any sort of food for herself as she tossed that menu back onto the table. Frost decidedly well aware of those frustrations, after all, ita had taken him years to learn to read let alone master that English language so uncommon in the country off his own birth. Her discord in being unable to so much as choose her own food an emotion the equine perhaps resonated with more readily. Frosts own menu was easily laid down then, the stallion reaching out to take Malia's and open it once more if only to display those words to the woman as he pressed it back towards her. Nadya, he knew, would likely make a sound choice of meal for them both and yet his intent in this was so simply to provide Malia that confidence all the same. Frost, on occasion, entirely capable of displaying that care for his pack mates alone. They, after all, were valuable to him. They alone were worth his time. His own affinity was so readily summoned then, that illusionary magic taking over the menu placed before Malia. Those words rapidly beginning to shift and change on the page until they formed pictures of those meals instead- the coyote afforded the opportunity to see, rather then read after those meals. Those titles of 'Beef', 'Lamb' and 'Chicken' so morphing into a picture of those animals in turn to provide her the knowledge of just which meat was on offer. Frost pausing to point at that beef braciole Nadya had suggested.
The equine so hardly offered any words off his own, the faintest touch of a simper so prompting that lift off his lip as he left Malia to glance over those pictures, talk shifting to Henry and his disdain for his Were-half. Nadya herself seeming more acquainted with the other man then he had realised and yet he held little concern for such a thing all the same. Frost decidedly aware as to just why she may have ceased to inform him of having met her Brothers vector and yet- Frost had long since lost interest in destabilizing Tetradore's life. Such a goal having readily been achieved. There was little need for him to so seek any sort of further retribution upon the mans unfortunate vector. Such matters were well within the past. Henry, for his part, was quick to attempt to make that insistence it was so hardly being a Were he hated so much as what his 'feline' had done. The man speaking of himself as if he were two distinctly different beings. How very curious. Still, if those very images that flickered and danced within the other man's mind were true then perhaps he had every reason to hate that cat-like part of himself to some degree. Tetradore always did have a knack for finding the most curious little misfits for his band. This one so apparently no exception.
"I would be inclined to find disdain in myself if I had done some of those things too."
Frost's violet gaze lifted but briefly to the panthers own and yet he afforded no further comment of just what that sentence might mean at all, his shoulders lifted into a shrug off sorts in clear contentment to dismiss the very topic if it brought Henry such notable displeasure. The man insisting he had come a long way all the same as Frost reached to pluck a cracker from that plate and Henry downed his own wine. How curious it was that Malia, with all her independence and strength and extroverted nature might find anything of interest within this man. Henry, at least by appearance, hardly seeming her type. Indeed his own nature seemed near the opposite and yet perhaps it was that which drew them together in turn. Perhaps when not so nervous Henry was a different being altogether. Malia, for her part, seemed taken with the idea of the burlesque. Henry in turn seemed inclined to dissuade her, Nadya quick to defend both her art and the women who performed it. Frost willing to admit those women certainly did require more than a little skill to learn those routines. Malia sure to enjoy that venture, especially with Nadya to guide her.
That conversation then turned near unexpectedly to Frost himself. The white-haired Alpha allowing one eye to raise near inquisitively at the very words Henry offered on knowing so little about him. Frost rather assured such things were deliberate. His own pack hardly prone to idle gossip, Tetradore's so apparently determined to offer the man nothing but warnings. Frost near willing to gamble such things came from Raven alone. Bizzare woman. Henry insisting no one in his own pack seemed willing to elaborate. How much more he enjoyed this almost...brazen attitude to the man across from him. Hmm, perhaps there was hope for Henry yet. Nadya, however, was the first to answer that very query with the insistence attacking another packs Alpha was folly before commenting upon her brother. Hmm, perhaps the time had come to speak with her about that conversation he had held with Tetradore more recently. Perhaps when they were alone. His own hand reached for that wine once more, Frost taking another sip before returning it to the table. His gaze lingering upon Henry once more as his shoulders lifted into another simple shrug.
"To give you warnings with no context is decidedly foolish- But I am content to tell you my version of the truth of it so you hardly need die wondering."
Tetradore, he suspected, if prompted enough would have offered Henry that same truth and as such Frost saw little need to keep it from the man. Malia, perhaps, should know that truth as well- such things well within the past now all the same.
"Your packmate Alexis, you know her I presume? She and I were within the West one night well before she had joined Tetradore's pack. We were upon the outskirts. Our words had become a little heated but we exchanged conversation alone. Your other pack mate, Raven, came upon us. Alexis and I both asked her to leave. She refused- before attacking. I managed to dodge her first assault before asking her a final time to leave- our business did not concern her. She attacked again and there is only so much...disrespect for my authority I will take from a subordinate. This time I defended myself and I will admit I defended myself perhaps a little....to well. I broke most of the bones in her body and left her on Tetradore's doorstep. Tetradore and I had several further....altercations after that. I murdered him once. He painted my house in blood, among other things. We have, however, since resolved our issues with one another. We are on respectable terms now."
That Henry had, perhaps, not anticipated that very flood of information was clear. Frost offering his version of events as simply and directly as if he spoke of the whether. Those matters with Tetradore, after all, were long since passed to his own mind. The stallion hardly seeming concerned by any of that as his gaze returned to Nadya then, those words uttered quietly to his girlfriend alone.
"I have spoken with your brother recently, we have resolved a lot of things. I will speak to you of it later though when we are alone."
After all, here and now was hardly the time. The arrival of that waiter prompted the stallion to return his own menu before ordering that Pasta Primavera. His attention returned to Henry once more as if he had hardly spoken of murder only moments before. Those words as cool and smooth as always.
"What do you do for work then? Do you work at the Ark?"