Her smirk grew a bit wider as the male reveals himself, her tail giving a few waves as she met eyes with her grandfather. He had always been a curious man, a mystery, all wrapped and tangled around itself. Perhaps this was simply a ploy to get to know him better, perhaps she cared little for pack relations. One must start with a solid basis, after all. Adonai had only ever been manipulative subconsciously; sometimes, her paws seemed to lead her brain. Admittedly, she put more faith in the inner workings of her mind than anything else-- how beautiful it would be, to be in a constant state of thought and contemplation, an endless void in which thoughts echoed against some distant mountaintop. Here, the world around her sought to distract at every turn. She let her eyes remain fixed on the copper gaze of Eden, and hoped to find the void within his fathomless pupils.
Her ear flicked to catch his words as he came up beside her, and she fell easily into step with him, mulling over the directive for a moment. The smirk left her lips, and in its place came the usual expression she wore-- curious, but aloof, neutrality.
Adonai grew quiet, then, distantly curious to see if he would immediately pick up her lie, or if he would need time to figure it out. Her demeanor had not changed from statement to statement, her voice largely atonal. There was little on her part that might signify a lie, even now, her expression remained unchanged. Perhaps Eden might rely on his knowledge of Arturio already, or his intuition-- but she supposed that he may not want to believe in the nature of Nari and Arturio's relationship. The girl was uncertain if there was anything more between the mute warrioress and her grandfather, but perhaps he would not be able to hide his reaction to her second statement. That would tell her enough. After a few moments had passed, the smirk returned to her face, and she craned her head to look up at him.
