That smug, infuriating little bitch. She was watching him squirm -- she was probably enjoying it, fuck him -- waiting for him to sink to his knees and fucking beg her for information like he was some kind of worm. He'd rather set her face on fire -- watch her roll around like a chastised little bitch for a change.
But he didn't. He swallowed his pride, and asked for her fucking help. He didn't know who he hated more in that moment: the Tiger, or himself.
It was always himself.
Still, he'd needed to know. That desire burned so fucking strongly it turned his pride to ash... or at least, enough of it for him to get over himself and ask the dumb Tiger what he needed to ask. Her answer, unfortunately, was not what he'd expected.
Scratch that, it was utter shit.
"Well that's specific," Arden huffed in a bitingly sarcastic tone, not at all impressed with the information he'd been given. For fuck's sake, rural Asia? Did this shitty cat have any idea how massive rural Asia was? She couldn't have given him a town, a district, something?
Yea well, fuck you too.
Austria was a significantly smaller country, but it was still a fucking country. She'd been of no help whatsoever. If this was supposed to be some lesson, some way for him to build his patience, then she could take her words and shove them up her own ass. He'd waited long enough.
Before Arden could tell the White Tiger to go fuck herself, however, she decided that she'd finally spouted enough bullshit for one evening. He ground his teeth, listened to her sputter some nonsense about how to contact her (because this had gone so well), and watched her disappear into the night. Well.
"...The fuck is white jade?" Was it a flower? A precious stone? Fuck it, he didn't care anymore. He was going back to bed.
Just before his head hit the cot, he made a mental note to swing by Austria and Asia once more. It couldn't hurt.