A rough snort and Darkleer stands his ground. "You wouldn't be getting rid of your smell, you would be getting rid of the smell of a walking waste disposal container!"

So this is how it is going to be, then. He should have figured as much. Growling deep in his throat, he gauges the highblood briefly. Finally, he darts forward again, trying to get a hold of him while his leg attempts to hook behind the highblood's so he can get him back down again.