Sarabi gives him a 'You've got to be kidding me' look. "Scar, you have barely helped him once, now suddenly you're all for it? Forgive me, but I know you better than you may think I do." Simba smacks his lips over in the shadows. He pulls in his legs, splayed out around him, and listens carefully to the conversation. Scar chuckles softly, an empty laugh, though his eyes burn. "Sarabi," he chides, "the lack of faith you show.. I'm certain that my own brother would be more trusting of me. Why, when I spoke to him of the idea he seemed absolutely thrilled at the concept." Sarabi startles at this. Certainly her mate would have told her about something as momentous as Scar offering his services. "You... spoke to him of your idea?" Scar doesn't answer, instead turning towards the sounds he heard earlier. "Oh, look!" he smiles. "The /Prince/ awakes." Simba says, "Yeah, I'm up. It's not easy t'sleep when you talk so much right over me." Scar chuckles softly. "But it's very important things we speak of here. Come greet your Uncle." Sarabi frowns, how quickly Scar changed the subject. She knew he hadn't talked to Mufasa. Her son's arrousal at least provided her an excuse to forget her brother-in- pride was there. "How did you sleep, Simba dear?" Simba trots over to his uncle, bearing a weak smile. "Evening, Uncle Scar" He goes to the lanky form and cuddles his leg for a little while, hardly 'getting' him, but doing something anyway. Then he turns. "Hi, Mom. I slept all right, until Scar started talking in that way of his." Scar ruffles the cub's head, and then lifts his paw, as if taken aback. "'That way of his'?" he echoes. "Now Simba, you must show just a little more respect." Sarabi nods, glancing toward the older lion to see his reaction. "Simba, for once I must agree with your uncle. As much as it pains me to. You need to show your elders respect." Scar just smiles crookedly at Sarabi's words. Simba doesn't seem bothered. He just lowers his head a trifle and says "Yes, Mother." Then he is jovial again, though still sleepy. "It's just that--well, never mind." Sarabi chuckles, moving to nuzzle the cub. "I know, honey. But to be honest, any voice that wakes you up will bother you. It's how it is." Simba whispers, grinning as he takes his nuzzle. Sarabi perks an ear toward her son as he whispers to her. She chuckles a bit and whispers softly back. Scar narrows his eyes and his smile does fade, but for the moment he holds his position. Simba nods. He yawns now, loudly. "Where's Dad? Is he *still* out patroling?" Sarabi glances around the empty cave, nodding to him. "I think so... It is rather late, he should be back by now.." Simba says, "Did the party go out hunting today?" Sarabi shakes her head, "We still have enough from the last hunt..." Scar coughs. "As delightful as the touching interactions of mother and son are, I think I shall retire to my room." Simba glances at him with amusement. "Okay, Uncle. See you round." Sarabi is glad to hear it, nodding to him. "See you, Scar..." He certainly knew how to make her feel... a way she didn't like. Scar stands and turns, heading into his quarters.