This time, a paw does not reach out to swipe at him. He had very much learned his lesson when she gave it to him what felt like so long ago. In reality, it was hardly any time at all, but to his growing and sharp mind it certainly felt like eons. Time had a peculiar way of slipping away from him, a trait inherited from his Mother, but for the time being his attention was in the here and the now. His bright blue eyes focused intently on the older wolf before him, attentive to each and every word she offered him, thoroughly enjoying the sound and tones of her voice. It is just before she switches to the more common tongue, when she tells him to 'never forget' that his own voice is slipping forth in a mimicing murmur. "Numquam foget." (Never forget.) Along with these words does Eros nod, affirming such things to his memory so that truly he does not ever forget.

When it is that common words find their way from her muzzle, and she beckons him near, the dark boy contemplates. The last time he had been so close to her, she had shown him her swiftness and her precision. But he had not however been invited to be so near in their last meeting. This time, he had been what some others might call polite, and perhaps that was what had won him such an invitation. Eros doesn't allow a second to go by while he decides, however, and his oversized ever growing paws are pulling him that much closer. He is small still, and so for now he does fit against her leg and just before her face, the place she had motioned for. It was dangerously close, suicidially close- and though he fought against it he could not deny the slight nerves that he felt. But the young boy did not allow such things to cloud him or accumulate, and instead focused on her features and those copper eyes as he gave her his thanks. "Gratias tibi ago , Avia." (Thank you, Grandmother.)

To Eros, it was an honour to be so close to her. Close enough so that the soft fur of her foreleg was against the dark fur of his back. He did not press at all close, however, and remained quite still just where he was. His eyes were unwilling to leave her own, as fierce as they were upon him, for his determination knew no bounds. He wanted that strength, that power that lurked and stared out at him from Ava's face and entire facade. He could feel her demanding and domineering energy, particularly at this close range, but he would not let it affect him. He would be strong, like her, and nothing would break him. Nothing at all, not ever. It is his eagerness, perhaps, that has his voice tumbling past his lips once more, for Eros wishes for much more than this bland world he has known so far. "Avia velim esse maximum ." (Grandmother, I would like to be the greatest."

Who better than she, after all? It made perfect sense to his for now simple, rather child like mind. But as child like as his mind was, there was a strive and a hunger for more, for strength and power and greatness. Dominance was thick and hot within his blood, and Eros wanted as much as he could possibly get. "Ostendis mihi?" (Will you show me how?) This question was a sincere question, unlike his previous statements. An eager hopefulness radiated from those bright eyes of his, though it did nothing to make him seem younger and more child like. If anything, that hopefulness was tainted with a dark determination that clung to the son of Achlys like the darkness itself clung to the pitch black wolf herself. Eros watched her and waited, as ready for her next words as he was to receieve a blow from her paw at any given moment.