"Mm-hmm," Scar hummed thoughtfully, already planning to make himself King of the... well, not the Pride, but the collection of lions. If this other lion claimed the title, he'd just have to be thrown out. In a less than pleasant way.

Filing away his violent little daydream for later, Scar prodded Simba with a paw. "Nothing for you to worry your little head over. I'm sure he's... nice. Now run along and play, I'm sure there's tons of exciting things around here."