His brow rose instantly - make it think it was their idea? He almost let out a huh of surprise, amused by it all of a sudden. Suddenly, she seemed much more suitable for the role of a queen with that line of thinking. How very...deceptive and sly. It made his lip twitch in amusement nonetheless, a smirk of challenge. "Subtiliter," - so very clever - but said if only because he had discovered such a language annoyed her, pestered her for some unknown reason to him. "You missed out, Empress. Perhaps one day you shall...when somebody has the idea to teach you." It is in jest once more at her frustrations of having not known such a language and yet, perhaps she ought to have been thankful. Such a language, after all, was seldom used for the good of anything. It seemed, to Elohim at least, that it was the language of schemes and sneaks. Aster must have had an honest family, he thought. Still, it was easy to tease her. Of all the wolves, perhaps Aster had been the one to coax out some humor from a bloodline where humor was all but lost.

He is glad, then, that she is still willing to give him a task and yet, for a moment, he was perhaps a little stunned by the absurdity of it. To measure the packs? To gauge strength? He stared at her, as if waiting for the punchline and yet, it never came. Instead, he was left with the truth of it: she meant it. This time, there was an audible huh of amusement.

"An easy task," he shrugged, "if only I did not reek of Glorall." He was right, no? Glorall was renown, often, for its reluctance to approach packs out of sheer kindness or for alliances. If he went to each with the smell of the sea? Well, he had his suspicions they may not present to him the information she required. "It would be best for you to mark me a wolf of Asteraia, perhaps." And so she would gain free work, too, much to the betrayal of his own home - at least, in theory. He could very well do the opposite and yet, the idea did not cross his mind but in passing possibility. He had no intentions to betray Aster. And besides, he was curious now: just what could he learn from this arrangement too?

"I can speak for Glorall already," he began then, standing at attention and thus ready to be marked as Asteraia's own - pressumptive, yes, but he had become more brazen now. "Glorall is likely rivalled by Diveen in size and yet - see, the boundaries expand beyond the sea and to an island. Two packs within one if one was so inclined to see it as such," he shrugged, his eyes roaming to the coast of Asteraia as if to notice its lack of such a thing suddenly, "As for their strength?" He paused then, watching Aster with amusement written all over them. "Glorall is perhaps the strongest of them all." He waited a moment, hoping to coax out the frustration he found so amusing, before he interjected. ""See, Glorall is strong because their leader's son knows to keep his mouth closed when needed, but also because their leader's son knows Aster might some day know the right questions to ask. Such a clever place, no?"