Raven stiffened and flinched, stumbling back at first when he suddenly appeared around the corner. "Or maybe you can watch where you're going?" She hissed, watching as he returned to the mess that he'd made. "Get mad that daddy wouldn't get rid of the new baby?" She scoffed, her arms crossing over her chest. Even if that place was like heaven compared to where she'd been, she had no wish to be there anymore than he wanted her to be there.

Harlow heard Raven's remark and immediately dropped the cleaning utensils and stalked back to the other. "Wanna repeat what you said?" He growled, voice low and dangerous. He walked closer to her, only stopping shy of a few inches. His shadow loomed over her small frame and the look on his face was nothing but a mix of anger and aggression.

Raven cowered only slightly, backing into a wall as a low growl emitted from her throat. She didn't like it when people yelled or got too close, but she wouldn't hesitate to bite when cornered. "You are jealous. You think I have a choice of being here but I dont," she straightened up, staring up at his face. "So instead of acting like a brat, help me leave," she snapped, her heart pounding in her chest. He was so much bigger and definitely dangerous, but his aggression only sparked her own.

He clenched his jaw before backing up. His gaze slowly drifted to the ground, and soon after a weak "sorry." Was said quietly. "I didn't mean to be a jerk.." he began, "And as much as I would like for you to leave, you and I can't. Simple. I've tried plenty of times when I first came here.". Harlow's muscles flexed a few times before resting permanently. His attitude went a complete 360. Eventually his gaze slowly made it's way back to her face, his eyes were heavy, his facial features relaxed as if he could fall asleep while standing.

Raven's chest had started to rise and fall quickly as she filled with a rush of adrenaline, perhaps even a bit of fear, but when he backed off she started to relax. She put a few steps worth of distance between them, still watching him cautiously. "It's fine. I know I'm not exactly friendly either.." she started, chewing at the inside of her cheek. "You're sure..? I mean.. I'm still going to try," she murmured, her gaze softening as she watched his features relax. Her expression was amenable, but her body language still seemed tense and hesitant.

Harlow secretly admired Raven's need of freedom. Either way he's never seen nor lived in the wild 'If that's where she lived. She could've been a stray as well..' a voice reminded softly. He huffed before rubbing the back of his neck, unconsciously swaying side to side. He noticed how tense Raven looked, yet her emotions were rather clear on her face. "Urm, so, fighting experience, how would you rate yourself?" He asked from out of the blue, his voice gave away a hint of nervousness and curiosity.

Raven didn't like being kept as a pet or a slave. It was demeaning and often dangerous based off of what she'd seen before. She hadn't lived in the wild all of her life, but for quite a bit of it she did. She had escaped from one owner before they started branding shifters or putting trackers in them. This time wouldn't be so easy. She didn't know if she had a tracker in or not. "I can hold my own.. I try not to fight if I don't have to, but if I'm cornered I'm not afraid to kill people. Shifter or human," she told him, glancing away for a moment. "Why do you ask?" She questioned after a moment, her gaze having turned a little more curious.

"I wanted to know for future reference." He answered coolly with another false smile, "And possibly to practice with? I stay at the Blood Halls every weekend." He continued, the fake smile now fully faded. He shrugs and leans against the wall, arms crossed over his chest, eyes on Raven. "So since I asked a question, do you have one for me?" He asked softly, tapping the heel of his foot in a rhythmic pattern.

Raven narrowed her eyes slightly, not sure whether or not she liked that answer very much. Did he think he'd need to fight her? Or have her assistance in a fight? Surely there were better people he could practice with than her.. When he spoke again she thought for a moment before speaking. "What does the owner have you do? I haven't been in captivity in a very long time so I don't really know what's to be expected," she questioned, tearing her eyes away from him to look out a near by window when she heard an odd sound.

"What I do? Hmmmm.." He thought for a moment before letting out a small chuckle, "Casual assassinations, kinda rare now though, I fight in the local Blood Halls, and once in a great while I'll go to a show.." he explained, shifting his weight from one side to the other before stretching his arms out.