He had such an unusual way of speech. Perhaps it showed too obviously how captivated she had become by his eccentricities; when he spoke, her ears had flickered forward, her eyes wide and eager. His mention of being tricked made her brow lift up, intrigued by the notion and curious as to whether it could be true or not. She supposed all wolves liked to imagine they couldn't be tricked - surely they'd see strange behavior, smell something wrong, feel a certain way and yet, so many were tricked for those very reasons. She had half the mind to try and yet, she had decided she quite liked him. It'd do her no good to try and trick the first wolf to truly captivate her in quite some time. She'd made a good choice coming to Asteraia so why should she squander it for curiosity's sake?

He stopped forward suddenly and though she had been tempted to recoil slightly, she held her position. After a moment, when she had been certain he had come to a stop with his motion, she pressed pressed her own nose forward into his. They shared their breaths in such a way and she had a better opportunity to truly investigate the contures of his face. His eyes, however, had mostly interested her. They had a keen sense of intelligence within them and such a thing made her all the more curious about why he spoke the way he did, and how his mind functioned otherwise. All questions for another day, of course, and she knew there'd certainly be another day.

"Dieloch," she stated simply with a small roll of her shoulders, "or so the accusation says. It's a treacherous thing, no? If I'm wrong, an innocent wolf might be turned away, or chased from his home and or even taken by those against Zeus. But a name's a name." She shrugged again, satisfied with the danger in having handed over a name that had just as equally been tied to a misunderstanding. So, what'd be the truth at the end of the day? Accused wrongfully or rightfully? She truly had much to gain with these words. She'd fast find how fast and far information traveled and just how volatile those in hunt of Zeus and (or) his companions could be.

"As for the name I'd like," she pondered, her head tilted back slightly even with him so close (perhaps a sign of subtle trust too, with her throat so close to his face), "would you tell me, perhaps, the name of one of the others that come here?" She had been half tempted to ask for something more vague - a name connected to them, a name of their friends or family - and yet, she thought it best to simply proceed confidently. If he'd not give one of those names to her, then she'd request another. For now, she was content meeting his eyes once more with a tilt to her head, amused by this entire exchange.

His next words had been sudden though and instantly, it made her brows rise up as a soft laugh escaped her mouth. "Thank you," she simply stated with a subtle bow of her head, as pleasant a gesture as any other, before she continued with her own statement: "I do find you quite fascinating." Why lie about such a thing? She had found herself somebody interesting. Whether he knew it or not, she certainly planned to be in the young prince's life now. She had to pick him apart and she'd not be satisfied until she understood all she could about him.