It is a scent that he knows so very well, one his mind simply does not have to struggle to work out nor pick apart with the utmost of care it normally does, after all, her scent has been within his mind since that days of his near infancy and escape from the fall of the sky. A truly fantastic scientific phenomenon to be sure and yet one in which there are few whom are willing to learn and profit from his own expertise in this area, so many claiming the memories of such things were a burden to great. Truly, perhaps, he understands to some extent why others may so fear to remember such a time and yet emotions were trivial things, they held no basis within the scientific world and yet seemed forever to be interrupting it. Perhaps the boy had merely seen far to much destruction within his time, the deaths of others having become…common to him, his family ravaged and burned beyond repair within the flames that followed and yet, perhaps once he had been sad, once, but such emotions had proven only to afflict him in a negative fashion and as such had been cast aside. He had walked from the flames with Seven and with Salem and he had needed no other for a great many years- even if her scent had forever followed in his wake.

He had sought her out within the fields, after all, the words she had shouted at him upon parting from him the last time they had been upon the mountain having resulted in his hypothesis that she was afflicted with some sort of…emotional disease, one, perhaps, that had been passed to him in no small manner, Pan having taken to trailing after the girl even if their conversation within the field had proved….unfulfilling- her appearance here today at least assured him that perhaps she had given further consideration to his offer to….stay within the mountains in which he had made his home. Each short limb carries the gleaming golden male closer and closer to the white girl whom lingers upon the borders, his trajectory adjusted to further assist his descent downward before those strangely black eyes linger upon.

She had always been strange, her actions not given to fall within the realm of his more current ethology studies and yet he had never minded her obscurity, after all, science is forever fascinated with those whom fall outside the realms of normalcy.

“Have you decided to make this your more permanent residence?”

He is incapable, it would seem, of even the slightest form of casual conversation, each sentence a correctly structured wonder of vocabulary as he regards her from where he stands. Awkwardness an entirely new phenomenon to the man and truthfully were it not for his fascination with such a newly emerged feeling he may well have been given to truly feel it.

“What I mean to say is, will you be staying in the mountain, Salem? I would appreciate it if you did not decide to become rife with misguided emotion and flee from before me on this occasion as I find myself rather inclined to continue to follow you if you do.”
After all, there were issues to address.