Naturally, she was largely unaware of her grandfather's history, nor his role in her mother's life. They were very similar in some ways but very different in many others, though Adonai reveled in the challenge. He was one that she could simply not figure out. Many wolves were simple and straightforward in intention, but her family was not among them. Sometimes it bothered her that she could not yet truly know everything that went on in the minds of her relatives, but knowledge came with time and observation. Her ear gave an idle flick as he began to mull over her words, and the confidence in his voice with regard to Nari and Arturio's relationship gave her slight pause. She had not missed his smirk at her mention of the mute warrioress, and it almost was enough to confirm her suspicions.

He seemed to pick out her lie easily enough, and she supposed that her wording was to blame. Though, he had seemed to consider each one with the possibility of it being a lie-- her delivery had left it all up to chance. "Semantics, Grandfather." She replied in the common tongue, her voice thick with a rolling Latin accent, a teasing sort of lilt to her tones. She glanced towards him as he continued, giving a small nod at his last consideration. "Ita, qui erant cum ea in domo, quod non est?" (Yes, that was home to her once, wasn't it?) The question was more rhetorical than anything, and she simply shrugged. It was easy enough to deduce that she would go home after such a disgrace, but it was curious that she had not wished to protect the home she had created herself.

"Ita." (Yes.) Her tones were unrevealing even as she confirmed his guess, almost as if it was not the lie at all. She had almost begun to believe that they were all lies, or all truths, and perhaps that only let her gain a bit more ground in this game that they were playing. "Est nobilis." (He is a noble man.) Adonai shrugged once more, as if the information was insubstantial. Character, after all, did not always define action. It was quite a fine lead-in to his next question, and she supposed that he was right. She did not think him capable of outright evil, but he had taken to the role quickly from what she had seen. How long would it take, she wondered vaguely, until he took more roles? Protector, guardian, dictator, God? The paths branched off from each other like the branches of a grand tree.

Adonai glanced over at him, giving a small smirk in an echo of his grin. "Sed nobilitas posse peccare non est, nec esse potest amare idea idololatriae." (But nobleness does not mean one is incapable of doing wrong, nor does it mean one cannot fall in love with the idea of idolatry.) She met his gaze evenly as she spoke, a wisdom being about her that was far beyond her years. "Ex nostra brevis testimonii, credo ejus imperio non potest accipere multas gerentibus non introibo. Fortasse non tam illius mulieri potestatem mali quid censes? Audio enim difficile est Londini ad seorsum." (From our brief meeting, I believe his rule can take many paths. Perhaps a woman to rule by his side would not be such a bad thing, what do you think? I hear it is difficult for imprints to be apart.) He may easily guess it, but she was probing, digging into his reaction and his words to find an answer to the questions that she sought. Her grandfather may be a mystery, but she would do the same with anyone.