Cassius chuckled. "Now I like this a bit." He smirked. 

"Tell you what, I'll bring back you a Dark spawn if you stop saying 'that' word. And maybe I'll give you a treat?" Cassius... admittingly enjoyed the conflict- like a rebel. It was like a breathe of fresh air aside from [i]be the perfect person as you were raised to try to be.[/i] No, this wasn't Tevinter, this wasn't slavery, this was a breath taking conversation, not one where he was expected to have a plastered face.

Cassius pulled Fredrick to the side. "Look, sorry I snapped, but I was raised to try to be upstanding... And being a rebel is... kind of fun acctully. No plastered face to try to look impressive... and let me tell you... these scars aren't beauty marks, but I take it you'd disagree there." He chuckled. 

"Anyways. I rather be a kid at times, because where I grew up I could not be that... but I suppose that can be different now. All I will say is this sword is a token from someone I killed... my personal trophy. But keep this between us." He said before pulling out a container and handing it to him.

"Share it with the Mabari. I'm sure he will like sweets... I think he's a boy anyways?" Cassius stared at the Mabari, part of him wanted to impulsively pet it, but he had work to do.