With probably the heaviest sigh he's ever let out outside of bedroom frolicking, Bujari watched Zahi leave through the door she came from, the one that secretly connected to the back spokes of the Den's wheel. He may have casually wondered how many others may have known that passage, but his true mind was on the fact that this girl had just cost him an opportunity he thought would never occur again. Of course the blame couldn't possibly be upon the lazily stirring Scavenger pup, but Bujari, deprived of his favorite She-Wolf, could only think in ire for the poor thing.
"Was there someone here...?" Said she, Lapis on the count of her eyes, that have just been revealed as she slipped the blindfold off her face. She saw Bujari stepping over to her, and gave him a sultry smile with a bite on her lower lip before asking "Who's joining us?"
Bujari gave a snarling grimmace, and watched the languid expression upon her face stiffen to something suddenly unsure and fearful. "No! No whan be joinin' me, or you, or anehtin'! What are you steel doing 'ere, dis is not a place fer Wolf bitches ta stay at der leishah!"
Lapis looked rather stung, and gave Bujari an bewildered, angry expression. "What? You said th-"
"Get out! Now, womahn! Ah'v got work ta do, ahn'ah dun 'ave time fer ya simperin' coo!"
Lapis wasn't even sure if she understood what Bujari even said just then, but she angrily began gathering her clothes. She was about to begin clothing herself, when the cruel shaman ripped the furs off her sitting form, and lifted her to her feet with a powerful grasp on her forearm. Shocked and a little hurt, Lapis slapped Bujari's face with the quick hand of a professional pickpocket. Her eyes widened afterward, and wondering if she had just invoked the man to retaliate, but Bujari had simply pushed her away, however roughly, and threw a clump of sheets at her. His eyes spoke for him, and Lapis, with tears beginning to form, rushed naked to the other door that led to the bar, hastily wrapping herself with the sheet, clothes in her hands. "You, you brute!" were her final words before quickly leaving through the door, slamming it behind her.
Bujari moved to the basin of water along the wall nearby the hanging mirror, and splashed a mess of it mostly onto his face. His hands ran up over the top of his head, and he stared at a blank spot on the wall before him, and entertained a tangled mass of confusing thoughts. He had realized that he had been horribly unfair to Lapis, and that he probably will have quite a difficult time luring her back into their lighthearted play between their sessions of his removal of her horrific memories of engendered servitude to a band of Serha horse raiders when she was young. She might not even return for those, either. With a sigh, Bujari realized the utter unprofessional blow that would have on his role in the Soot. Lapis was a good thief, a damn good thief, and if her treatments stopped because of his secret affairs with the Red Jackal, well, certainly the Coyote, Zeina, wouldn't appreciate it. It just wasn't good for the Den.
Having realized what he had to do, Bujari threw on an open vest and changed into a cleaner pair of slacks. He then made for the secret passage that Zahi had taken, and he headed for her quarters. When he had finished the short jaunt to her door, Bujari stopped to think about how he would tell Zahi that they couldn't continue this sort of behavior. He wondered how she would feel, that for all his exploits, that she would be the one he would exempt from his amorous reach. At that, he lifted the sliver of metal that hung over his scar over his heart, and kissed it in desperate symbolism. A Shadow Pup had witnessed this action, moving down the hall to pass by, and after a piercing glare of the mad shaman, quickened his pace expeditiously.
After he was gone, Bujari silently prayed to the spirits for guidance, and gently pushed open the door, and slipped in. "Zah..." He called, but his tone was calm.