Each of his movements was meant to ease any strain that might be caused by his arrival. It is in his nature to enjoy such things, to thrive on the tension that festers in an uncomfortable situation (of his cause, of course), yet this is a delicate one. Were Guardian not her brother Enderly might have first went to Ambrosia with his overeager touch and sly smile. It is rather startling when she turns to him, despite the wry look that he seems to receive from her brother, and steps closer. It would be a lie to say that Enderly did not enjoy such attentions. His silky tail thumped a few times to further this point as she slid her larger muzzle against his, the traditional greeting of the angel bloodline, and Enderly angled his own maw deeper into the touch, his silver eyes consuming her own.

Such beauty she carries on her large figure and there is an infallible kindness to her. It is, perhaps, strange that he finds attraction in a creature who is as calm and constant as Ambrosia when he is as supple and changing as the wind. They are two seperate and quite different entities but maybe that is why he craves her. Enderly is a passionate male, one whose passion has been thus far misguided and left him with a rather bitter taste in his mouth. He was neither responsible or brave, but he was clever and sly, and to be quite honest an attractive figure.

Through this greeting he knows Guardian looks on with displeasure but he does not move to intervene from it. Enderly is almost tempted to shoot him a smug smile but refrains. It would not do to tempt fate or to great a rift in the royal family. Not yet, of course, but the idea is tempting for there is a little possessiveness about Enderly. To claim Ambrosia would be a glory all of it's own making yet the downfall to such a tribute might be quite a fall. As the angel girl speaks he finds his eyes drifting back over to the other female who has moved closer to Guardian in a sense of camaraderie - he can tell she is uncertain of him, alarmed by his wily presence, and seeks to reassure her with his trademark suave smile.

Before the girl can make her move to introduce herself in that strange tongue she has Enderly's ear flicks as he catches his own name uttered from Guardian's lips, twisted up in the unintelligible speech he is giving to Ambrosia. There isn't a fury in the words but Enderly is not stupid. He can see from Guardian's expression and hear from his tone that the male is cautioning her against him. Guardian is wise for Enderly does delve his paws into some of the darker scenes of Moladion but Enderly is clever, thus far, for the male does not know any proof of such dealings. Cannot offer any real suggestions without some details to back it up.

Interruption that conversation was not something to be done, so instead Enderly offers a kind look to Ambrosia and to Guardian, acting as if he has not clue of the proceedings. That is rather what Guardian has accused him of in his hidden language anyways and it was a true point. Gazadriel has now moved closer to Enderly, drawing his full attention to the pretty girl, and he tilts his head in curiosity as she speaks to him. He had not been taught the language of the Angels in his training of fighting with them so his silver eyes merely reflect a blank uncertainty. Then she says a name, Gazadriel, and her lip form his own.

A brilliant smile extends upon his lips as he leans towards her, dipping his own maw into his chest with ears flicked back. "Enderly." And then he looks up at her. "Gazadriel?" Well, at least they had basic names down. "It is a pleasure to meet you," he murmurs, knowing full well she won't understand him but assuming one of the others might translate. "Will you be taking her back to Diveen with you then?" Now his question is directed at the brother and sister by him.