He likes the female. Though not in the way a boy likes a girl. No. He likes her because he likes the way she speaks, the way the muscles of her face move. He likes the shape of her shadow and the curve of her jaw. These things are attractive to his broken mind somehow. Though how broken it is remains to be seen, after all, Lonhro is the one they do not suspect, the one who hears the secrets and keeps those of them he desires, sharing those he does not. He is a sneaky thing, this boy so handsome with eyes so green and a coat so long and dark that it wraps about his rapidly growing young form like a blanket of obsidian all his own. He shuffles closer to her so that he may hear all her words, clearly intrigued by them as his head tilts off and to the side, offering a look of curiosity and wonder as he waits with eagerness to be told these things. Perhaps, if they are good, he will share them, perhaps if they are bad he will keep them- perhaps if they are excellent he will share them with the Others who tell him lies. She gives him a name then, Zeus, his features frowning as if this names takes several moments for his mind to process, as if within that space he must search through files and folders until he either locates this name else dismisses it entirely.

“Lonhro….knows the name……yes.”

It is a decidedly….unusual answer and yet for those who care not to dig deep enough it would seem the boy has simply confirmed his knowledge of Zeus. Yet perhaps he means entirely as he has stated. That he knows only the name and not the wolf itself, for Lonhro is an ever curious being, forever lingering in obscurity, as if all the world is a game he alone may chance to play. He waits again then, assured more words will came, features rearranged to appear near neutral once more as he regards his newfound female companion- though whether he truly understands expressions, or even emotion remains to be seen. The boy like a toy of sorts, content to shift and change his features as he sees fit, ignoring whatever the truth of it may be within himself.

“Zeus….friends….friends like Zeus- maybe they come to…..fields….maybe be careful. Yes…..I….understand. Maybe careful, maybe not, maybe share. Maybe not…..but…..Lonhro……is never tricked.”

His lips part then, displacing those teeth so white within the blackness of his features. For all his apparent absurdity the boy is strikingly well made, destined to be large, powerful and yet as fast as he is strong, that tail tainted in bloodied red and white flicking lightly at his sides as his strange smile falls suddenly- as if he has simply decided he has smiled long enough and no longer cares to do so. He is evidently pleased with his statement however, for surely it is true. He, Lonhro, is never tricked. For he sees much of what others hide. It is her turn to grin now however, her gaze meeting the grin of his own as he steps abruptly forward once more to end any distance between them, his nose suddenly pressed against her own- though why he does it remains to be seen entirely as he waits to hear her words.

“It is….maybe….fair. Lonhro…..thinks….fair…..if names mean the same.”

If names mean the same. Perhaps she does not understand, for as always it is worded strangely, oddly and yet the boy is no fool. She offers him a name and he will offer one of equal value and no more. After all, why would he tell her a great secret in exchange for her smaller one, one he already knows part of.

“Tell….what name……you want and if…..is good trade…..we trade names.”

His terms are clearer this time perhaps. He will trade her one name for one name of his own provided he deems the secret she desire to be of equal value as the one she is willing to share. He is quite the entrepreneur after all. So he waits, curious to see what name she desires and if it is worth being given for this secret on Zeus. Secret Sharing- after all, is a lucrative business.

“I like you.”

It is an abrupt, sudden statement and no more. Simply that.