Danger? I hope so.

"I see... the question is just what you would turn to......"

His eyebrow remained up. "And what is that supposed to mean?" he asked.

".... and could you really hurt me...."

He almost laughed. He really could hurt this guy, but of course, Damien wouldn't allow it. His other side would take control immediately if he harmed Fenris in any way. And, to be quite honest, Tristan didn't feel like losing control of the body so soon. It was rare that he was on the outside, so he wanted to enjoy it, even if he couldn't do everything he wanted to do. "Trust me, I could," he said. "Just not going to do it."

"I'm serious though; if you desire to attack someone that much I could stand here all day..."

"Thanks for the offer, but as I've said already, I'll pass," the seventeen-year-old said.

"but if you don't hurt me your thrist for blood will move elsewhere; and I won't let you harm anyone else whether they are my friend or foe alike..."

Tristan rolled his eyes. "You needn't worry, I'm not going to kill anyone," he mumbled. "I wish I could, but unfortunately, too many people wouldn't allow it." He cursed under his breath, watching as the male began to walk away. Well, he supposed he could do the same. However, instead of walking, his spread his wings and merely glided down to where the earth was flat again.

"And you didn't answer my question. I asked you what you meant when you said the question was what I would turn to, and it would only be polite to respond," he said.

Again, Tristan rolled his eyes. "And why would you care if I have something to be ashamed of, hm?" he asked. He hated it when people tried to get this sort of information out of him. Of course, he did have something to be ashamed of — he was ashamed of Damien, and Damien was ashamed of him. It all worked out. "It isn't any of your business, now is it?"

Tristan merely shrugged. "Whatever," he said. He continued walking, and even though he hadn't exactly wanted to follow Fenris, ended up going in the same direction as him. He still wanted to get to know his away around the moors, and besides, if this guy had gotten into a fight earlier, maybe he could get into a fight again. Violence was so amusing to watch.

His eyebrow raised once again when he noticed that the other male's pace had quickened. "And you would be walking that fast why...? What, you afraid of this place or something?" he asked.

"... Right..." Tristan said. He didn't believe the other male, seeing as how he didn't sense anything bad, but oh well. Maybe another one of this kids powers was getting an idea when something bad was going to happen. Well, if he was correct, then let it happen, he didn't mind. In fact, he wanted something bad to happen. "Well, whatever. If something bad is going to happen, then it's going to happen. There really isn't any sense in running away, you know."