"Enough." His ears flatten in equal parts irritation and a strange burgeoning warmth in his chest. If Khoriya cared enough to examine that feeling, he might find it to be amusement... but he doesn't. And he won't.

"You may call me Khoriya." Prince lingers on his tongue out of habit and he swallows it back. His titles are lost upon the denizens here, and Khoriya has no fondness for scraping and bowing, nor royal deference.

...Not that he expects any such behavior from Bob.

"And I have no use for a promise from a human. See to it that you stay out of the forest depths, and out of my sight." And with that, he'll turn around, with every intention to stalk out with the stiff-necked stance of a great wolf trying to retain what dignity he has left.