The leader started to lick at his chest when Darktear approached him. He gazed at her silently, listening to what she said, but not stopping with his grooming. He hadn't eaten yet today, he had been to busy distributing food to others, so some food would be much appreciated. But he didn't touch her offering. He let it lay there as he continued to wash himself, licking a paw then swiping his face. He nipped at an itch at the base of his tail, then resumed his face-washing. All the while he just stared at her, silent, with an unreadable gaze and less so of body posture. He was hard to interpret, even if he told you exactly how he felt. There was just no telling his emotions. He intended it that way.

Finally, after a little more than half an hour, he finished cleaning himself and spoke to her. Why are you still here? His voice wasn't harsh nor hinting, just curious. Most cats would have walked away, taking his silence as a rejection. Which was, indeed, what it was. He was wondering what made her so special that she had to stay. She didn't like him did she? Hmm...another female looking for kits perhaps? An amused purr escaped his jaws as he mulled over the thought.