There is another with them, a stranger Shem had not noticed entirely until he spoke; his words cause an ear to swivel towards the darkness and his breath to pause, a brow rising in response. A veiled threat? Shem isn't entirely sure and yet, the stranger is seemingly a ghost in the darkness - soon, the presence fades into the shadows. He takes it to mean it was a threat but from who? The caverns themselves, perhaps. But the girl is what matters then because her voice is crisper, startling him with its...innocence? He isn't sure. He only knows that it reminds him of Moteuh, a fact that makes his heart pitter patter against bone for but a moment as he turns back to her with a smirk.

"Who says I'd mind if I got lost down here, though?" He gives a toothy smirk, a canine slipping beyond his dark lip as he rises to examine her with a tilted head. She has fire, he notes, and it's not something he has seen often. He wonders briefly if his own fire had been killed - she seems to enjoy the challenge and whereas some part of him stirs in response, he cannot help but feel it is across a chasm within him. He isn't empty, he thinks, but there's space inside him. Too much space - maybe that's why he feels at home here.

Yet, he cannot help but feel the need to respond to her challenge. He steps closer to her, lowering himself somewhat so their eyes might meet. "Good. Want to help me explore? I'm looking for something." Moteuh wouldn't be there, maybe he knew, but he wanted to find something that might tell him where. Maybe the shadows would whispers to them again and tell him something else. Who could say? It seemed the deeper you went, the colder and more otherwordly the caverns became. "Ne vix de me," - do not be afraid of me - he whispered in part to himself, to the shadows and perhaps even her though he already begins to turn away and take slow, calculated steps towards the dark paths once more. His accent is less his father's and more his mother's despite the language as it drifts away into nothingness and some part of him laughs at his absurdity. Ah, he knows, he is a true bastard to both his bloodlines, no? Perhaps if he stalks deep enough into nothingness, he'll be able to find something to cure that too.