It is difficult to refrain from showing my amusement at his obvious disdain; there is a flicker to his lip, a telltale sign of momentary anger and yet, I cannot see it as justified. Indeed, do I secrete the same unfounded confidence of many of my relatives? Do I revel in the blood? I am born to the very source of their pride, so much closer to so many of them, and yet I have been, perhaps one of the few, to truly reject the title itself. Perhaps Dieloch can see as much at least for he does not lunge nor spit venom. Rather, he says the most peculiar thing. It makes me chuckle in amusement, his words so very akin to my own thoughts when I think of nature's course. Besides from my amusement however, I offer no other words in these moments, allowing him to continue.

I nod finally, though not at his comment on Zeus but rather his comment on Achilles. I turn to him idly with a roll of shoulders, able to share this moment with him at least; "Achilles came to Glorall once to speak of a treaty. He did not utter a word. Instead, another wolf did the speaking for him," I cannot help but pull my lip back in a half-grin, both amused and dark with agreement of the male's arrogance. Achilles has proven himself in battle and effeciency, perhaps, and yet he lacks in respect for those that are not below him. It is an odd thing, I think, but certainly not something foreign to our blood.

I pause for a moment, considering what he has said. My eyes narrow in thought as I observe him once more, gauging his honesty. I suppose he has been quite honest though his methods are quite... unrefined, one might say. For now, I am content to offer him a negotiation of sorts. My voice is somewhat quieter now, indicating the implied secrecy as we enter this path of conversation. "If Zeus knows your name, you shall take a new one here; I will not know of the wolf they speak of, this wolf who lurks beside Zeus. The wolf they accuse is a wholesome man, dedicated to his family and serving below me, ambitious for a rank fitting to provide for his children," I pause, my lips taut as I await some indication of understanding before I continue, "you must simply ensure that you do not allow yourself to become... a hypocrite, I suppose the word ought to be. They judge others on their blood alone and so, I shall hold no issue with your actions if you refrain from following such behavior. Consider the individual, Dieloch, as opposed to a blood status." I nod sternly, hoping to drill the thought into him as my eyes bore into the darkness of his own. I understand his vehemence, or at least I believe I can, and yet, I know Heyel's blood runs far and deeply. It is an inappropriate thing, I believe, to merely pass judgement based upon the happenstance of one's birth.