Very few things ever interested the duo-tone brute any longer. His satisfaction with life was nearly non-existent - only hanging on by a single thread. All meaning has been lost since his first onslaught; he had lost his mate, his lover, the only one who had ever been so true with him. He could not imagine seeing her face again and yet he yearned for it so strongly that it tore him to shreds - but he must refrain himself from thinking such things. He cannot seek her out and he will not. It would surely end in catastrophe.

By chance, this bizarre stranger was here to offer some type of respite of the brooding thoughts in the ash and blood hued male for the moment, even if his company was not entirely welcomed. His demeanor was laughable at best as Oblivion had never encountered one with such unusual interest in another for ostensibly no reason at all. Yet he did happen grab at his attention with the way he spoke and held himself, though this interest would be displayed as nothing more than a grumble. "Hm." It was all he was willing to offer at the moment as he observed the strange behavior of the other.

It was only when the male spoke for the third time did Oblivion care to form any part of a conversation with him, responding to his assumption with surly tone. "Quite." His ghastly eyes were fixated upon the devil's own irregular pair, unfaltering and incapable of betraying his thoughts - though little was passing through his mind in this moment. He was almost always in this state of mind; shut off to the world, quiet, somber, calm. Little could be done to bring him into a full out brawl simply through conversation, even when the opposing side was throwing jeers left and right. He was solid in his state of mind. "What is your name?" It was spoken without a change in timbre as if he were demanding it from this younger beast.