It is amusing, in a way, to see his confidence crumble, only to resurface moments later. I suppose it is normal for the young to experience such a thing. It is... one of things I have been trying to learn, to understand. Youth. It is not something I experienced much of. From my birth, I have always been as I am: for others, it is not the same. For that reason, I do not let him recognize my recognition. Let him believe I saw nothing but courage, though I will be sure to correct his error in the future. After all, I imagine his purpose here is not to merely gaze upon me. Or, perhaps it is. My last encounter with him had given me a very particular sample of him. Desperate to learn. Desperate to know about assassins. What kind of child is fascinated by the death of others? The thought makes the corner of my lip twist ever so slightly in amusement.

Solitaire's company is a comfortable one, though he is quick to take his leave once the situation's tension absolves itself. As he leaves, I pass him another glance and a stout nod of my head. I will speak with him later, I am sure, though I certainly have no complaints about having been left alone to this child. I have nothing to hide, but perhaps the others might disagree. I have not come to see this boy to play with him, after all.

"And what would you have me teach you, Luk?"

I ask him idly, my voice as passive as ever. I move closer to him then, so that I might truly get a better feel for him. He is of sound body, at least, with enough potential to not become a twiggy creature. His feet are well formed, not twisted and bent like that other Tavioran girl, and he is suitably fed. He is not a burden at first sight. That is good for him. I am sure he can tell just how intently I am inspecting him, gauging his potential with these small moments. It is only after I am satisfied that I step back once more, meeting his eyes levelly. He wants to learn. Good. Then, we will begin now.

"Bite me."

It is not a question. It is more than a suggestion. I want to see him learn right now - ignore his fear, and just do it. I even lean forward, crouching somewhat and offering him the thick fur and skin of my scruff. I can manage it fine, but can he?