The calmness of the other is….appealing to Lonhro, the steady, predictable manner in which the others moves appeals to him. While he himself is often volatile, active, moving in every direction at once he finds others whom possess such a trait to be overbearing, loud, difficult for his mind to comprehend and as such he finds the equally dark male to be personable in a way. Slow movements and easy words agree with the boys somewhat fractured mind, appealing to him, allowing him to seize upon the intentions of his companion readily and indeed in those single few moments it would seem Lonhro, by nature of the others calm manner, has decided to like him. An impressive feat, truly, for Lonhro is not often given to find favour in others beyond a need to tease and rile them simply because he can. Perhaps his mind is not fully composed and yet, even so, there is a part within himself that enjoys discord brought about by his own cause, that seems to seek to engage others in brawls or battles. It is his nature perhaps, his blood, he seeks to dominate in some form and yet remains blessed with a curiosity and intelligence his sire had never truly possessed. He is more dangerous then Tobias has ever been and yet…it will be some years yet before the true capacity of that darkened boy will become apparent to those whom know him. Perhaps Erebos is lucky- to be so chosen and so young as a creature to be favoured.

The words the black boy seated before him offers are met with pricked ears and tilted head, curiosity lingering once more as he struggles to perceive the words he is offered, beautiful emerald eyes flicking from fish to rat and back again before he frowns. The word ‘friend’ is somewhat unfamiliar to him. He has heard it, surely and yet it’s meaning escapes him, the long-haired boy believing, perhaps, that a fish is a friend, that the names may well be interchangeable as his mind struggles with these newest discoveries before he nods suddenly.

“Yes.”

This word alone he manages without stutter or fault, gaze lifting to meet the other childs once more. The other boy was heavier, more muscular even at such a young age and yet in time Lonhro would grow to rival him for height, his own limbs long and lanky even now.

“I…..think maybe….your…..friend would…..like to be……my friend. Yes. Swap yes?”

His logic, it would seem, is based entirely upon the use of the word friend, the boy having managed to employ it in a manner almost successful as he grins now, the look oddly misplaced upon his features and yet mimicked so very well as he waits his companions words again. This by far the longest social interaction he had ever managed.