Semantics, indeed. I cannot help but give her my own victorious grin; it had been that very semantic that had lead me to her lie, after all. Lying was no easy game for the best of wolves and it was often such small details that would later become holes within a story. "Is - was," I repeat, returning to the language of our blood, "never fall into the belief that anybody is the same when you turn your back. Faces are interchangable, granddaughter." Is it wrong to sow such suspicion? I do not think so. At least, not for Adonai. She is promising and I would be at fault to not prepare her for this world and the creatures in it.

But she is cleverer than I had allowed myself to believe or rather, she is probing. Is this a trait from her mother I wonder? She speaks of Arturio taking a woman and I saunter towards her; I move to her side, examining her though not truly paying attention to that which my eyes see. No, it is but a farce before I return to meet her eyes with a shrug. "You said he was a noble man," I begin, my head slowly tilting, "perhaps I ought to consider such a noble man as a satisfactory mate for my granddaugher. It would secure us a treaty for many years to come." My face is unmoving as I watch her eyes. I allow some moments to pass before I move to speak, my voice dry though jest lingers: "Is that a lie?" My grin is wicked once the words leave me. Of course it is a lie. I have no intention to surrender any wolf to the man despite my lack of grudge. Nari, Adonai, it does not matter. He shan't have any if I can help it.

I wonder how she might take it but I am quick to move through the motions regardless. It is fun, this probing, I must admit. I knew she had potential but I did not expect so much. "You have done well, Adonai. I will reward you with more than meaningless titles but rather, I will offer you the answer to any question you have. You have been digging since you arrived, no?"