He is careful to watch her, test her, tease at her and assess how receptive she may be to his advances as the potent scent within the air is given to drive his instinctive need, that darker side of himself perhaps more driven now, grasping firmly upon what his angelic side still seems at odds about, as if Ego and Elijah cannot fully agree upon a course of action in this moment- resulting in this touch and tease and test and yet….through this indecision, through the minds of two creatures….he reacts accordingly, reacts as any male should, walking that line between dominant persistence and self-preservation that either half of him demands as his own form is paraded slightly perhaps. He moves with an assurance and confidence, each muscle on display beneath his snow and dark pelt, powerful form lifted slightly with each step, fully displaying the beauteous grace and movement given only to those born of angel blood. Those finely crafted features are held with curiosity of this female, tail lifted high in a commanding manner and yet he hardly seeks to make demands of her, more so he simply displays his good health, his muscle and power and movement, driven by nature itself to appear healthy to this female, to prove why it is he is a suitable choice in this moment and yet Elijah, perhaps, has not truly considered the implications of this as Ego has, his mind hazed slightly as any young male is given to be. He is simply within his prime, exposed to a female to whom he bears no relation for perhaps the first time within his existence and her desire to allow his exploration is a welcomed one.

He moves to touch his muzzle to her own, tail waving slightly at this interaction before she speaks, those words thickly laced with a tone that sees those dark ears slide forward, a growl of sorts rumbling within his throat before lips part to allow his tongue to brush across his lips, as if a part of him seeks to taste her words, mind shifting rapidly between each part of himself a smirk of sorts tracing across his lips at the phrase she offers, his own words vibrating once more.

"Ahh, but there are so many things only I can give- though I know of one that will appease us both I am sure. At least, it will appease two of us."

He hardly knew whether Elijah would be appeased, his angelic other half often finding discontent in his actions, complaining about them to no end within the dark recess of his mind and yet for now the Angel is quiet, lost in contemplative thought perhaps. She moves forward then, her lip lifted upward, his own curled back in response, a warning snarl of sorts caught within his throat at her approach and yet he allows it all the same, frame tense and ridged, yet held still as her teeth grate against him, the female stepping forward and closer, seeming to delight in the moments in which Elijah offers his name, yet her own is not given in turn. It is Ego perhaps, that takes delight in such a thing, the female seeming on so pleased with herself, seeming to relish this power of knowing his name and…perhaps she has met the single creature upon this earth that is immune to her grasp for power in tis regard- for he bears two names. Perhaps she knows half of him, but the other remains his secret all the same, Elijah pushed further and further back into the recess of his mind as one emerald eye rolls to meet her own once more.

He presses forward and closer again, jaws parting to grip her muzzle in his own a gesture of more affectionate intent perhaps and yet one holding some command in this moment, once more walking upon that line of respectful desire as he presses closer again, brushing down her side and toward her tail as his hulking frame pauses yet again. One foreleg lifts abruptly, swinging it up and over her back, curious to see if she will let him do as nature demands of him here and now and not snap or snarl or chase him away. He needs only a moment to do as he should, testing her a final time with wary caution, respectful of her teeth. After all, scars are earned from battles fought and won. Losers do not bear scars- they greet death. He is an assassin after all and death has always lingered so closely within his shadow, this female stronger perhaps then she appears, the male aware of this, drawn to it as strength attracts strength, Elijah mercifully silent in this moment.

"Elijah is the name I choose to give you, but it is not the only one I wear."