It is this continued separation from others perhaps- that has resulted in this lack of social skill, a lack of understanding upon how to behave, to react, to speak to another let alone a female- so often driven by instinct alone and yet the alluring scent that had permeated the air about so many females within the winter did not linger upon this one, his mind free of any more basal carnal desires as those emerald eyes merely linger upon her. He is curious of this creature, as any male is surely curious of the opposite gender and yet a caution of sorts exists within him still, ears tilted and turned with the whispering of words his mind alone can fathom, Ego’s words muted within his thoughts- at least for now, as the giant of black and white and red resides upon the cavern floor. He is….instinctively based, his lack of ability to relate to others having resulted in a trust within himself and Ego alone, his internal companion al he has ever needed and as such it is he alone to whom Elijah has come to trust. They are one, they are each, they are Angel and Demon unified as never before and indeed while so often they oppose each other, when it is they are given to take upon themselves an idea of combined desire such power is truly…immense. His efforts to lower his form, if only to lure her closer are seemingly wasted, the white female linger further still as that bloodied mow-hawk lays flat at last against his spine, seemingly content now in her company. She is no threat, he is sure, or at least, he fears little from her- ears turned forward in response to her voice.

He does not…perceive her words entirely, this rush of language berating against his ears as a rumble of disdain manages to roll within his throat, yet it is one short lived, tongue sweeping against his muzzle in some momentary habit before he chooses to offer little more than a masculine grunt by way of reply to her long winded sentence, emerald gaze continuing to rove across her form, the young male making no move to hide his observation of her- though for what he searches he hardly knows, merely finds himself pleased perhaps at her lack of blemish. Power, after all, is drawn to power. Her next sentence however, offered in girlish, light tones seems to see some flicker of understanding within the depths of his gaze, black face inclined to her own once more.

“Because they think I will eat them. Like my Father did.”

For so long they had lied to him about Tobias, been determined to shield him from such a truth under the guise of protection and yet he had felt ill protected, only betrayed at this lack of knowledge, a truth Ava alone had seen content to share with him. For a moment that thickened white plume of a tail lashes behind him in some passing agitation, features seeming to…shift ever so slightly, to flicker, lips pulled back from his teeth as it seems the minds at war within his own struggle for control of his form- head lifted upward in a rigid twist before he suddenly seems normal once more, eyes blinking as his focus returns to the female.

”I like eating them. I want to.”

This voice is not at all like his own, deeper, raspy, darker that slides against teeth and tongue before the creature seems to shudder eat again, eyes blinking rapidly once more, a snarl spat free from his lips in this bizarre occurrence before he stills yet again, white form shifting upon the earth as his lips fall back across his teeth. The single paw she slides forward sees those green eyes slide towards it, Ego pushed back and down once more as Elijah returns, wariness seeming to taint his features at her approach all the same, head held high and dominant still and yet he accepts her presence, tolerates it now- muzzle extended to her offered paw, sniffing at it, before seeming content to allow her presence nearby.

“I do not fear you. Ego does not fear you. We do not fear you. We will not eat you- be afraid if you want. I…we…do not care.”

”Yeeees, we do not care, be afraid or not afraid…but fear is tasty."

Both, it would seem, are content to answer her, that smooth, masculine tone of Elijah so easily buried beneath the rasping of Ego as one speaks after the other in the frame they share.