In all likelihood and outside the realm as was connected to Snow and the reports the Queen had hissed in rage over, he knew no more about the other man's life than David knew about his. It had him listening attentively, even as he curled his hand around his glass and tipped it onto one side of its bottom and swirled the alcohol round and round. The action helped divert something of the energy that buzzed through his fingertips and across his shoulders. He meant to allow the other man to speak without any needed comment, but the word 'deal' caught his attention too much to let pass him by. "Deal?" he repeated, "What deal was that?"

He could not disagree with the man on the other matter, no matter that his experience had been almost the exact opposite in those who had raised him. Those he had left behind. He lifted his glass to his mouth again but paused there, lowering it again as he attempted to make sense enough to explain his thoughts without simply overwhelming the conversation with them. "Red had what my pack lacked - this sense of honor and the desire to do right by more than just herself. The Pack was too driven by fear and anger, I had to leave them long ago."