Ambrose held his brown hands close to the fire, enjoying the warmth. Despite the circumstances, Ambrose wasn't having a bad time. For the first time in a long time, he felt at ease around Caleb. Black curls hung in front of his eyes, lips slightly parted as his gaze shifted from the fire to the man across from him. 

He blinked in surprise when he saw how serious and genuine Caleb answered his question. "Oh... Um..." He trailed off, eyes flickering away, desperately avoiding making eye contact. He didn't expect that sort of answer. Ambrose stiffened even further as Caleb went on on to his other question. Ambrose swallowed thickly, knees brought up to his chest and arms wrapped tightly around them. He looked small, and vulnerable, face lit up a deep orange by the fire. 

His first instinct was to change the subject, but because of everything that was happening, he couldn't bring himself to do that. "I..." He coughed, "I honestly don't know the answer to that... I don't even know if it's possible." He took a deep sigh, and ran a hand through his soft curls. "I can't deny... That I feel something for you though. I want... I don't know what I want, but I know it involves you." Ambrose confessed, his cheeks were burning with embarrassment. He scooted himself closer to Caleb, hesitantly.

Just when he was reaching out, he felt an alarm in the back of his mind. He froze, before registering what it meant. "Something broke the barrier." He choked out, eyes wide with fear. Ambrose leapt to his feet, scanning the undergrowth around them. He had immediately assumed the worst, that this was finally the end for them.

A figure emerged from the darkness, a sharp toothed grin glinting in the firelight. "Hello boys," It rumbled, it's voice smooth as silk. He stood tall and commanding over Ambrose, his yellow eyes looked him up and down with a barely restrained hunger. 

Ambrose quivered, but gathering his courage, he started his incantation for a glyph of warding. But before he could blink, the tall man had his hand around his throat, claws digging into him. A panicked growl escaped Ambrose's throat, struggling hard against the iron grip. 

"Sweet thing, I'm not here to hurt you just yet." A chuckle reverberated from his throat, sending shivers down Ambrose's spine. "I know what you seek, and I currently control the territory that it resides in. Now I can help you, but only if you agree to my trade."