His momentary surprise at her question did not take her aback. For who would expect a young woman to ask such a question? She echoed his grin as he considered his answer, her eyes gleaming with challenge. It was the desire to know that drove her, the passionate balance between truth and lies, silence and speech. Adonai listened to him carefully, as even the choice of wording was important with a man such as Eden. Ah, so he had orchestrated the deaths of others-- but did that truly remove his culpability? She did not let her musing show, her grin fading into a Laodicean smile; too much interest and she might sway his answers, not enough and they might seem unsubstantial or unsatisfactory. Perhaps she had not yet mastered the art of gaining information, of manipulating stories and details from the mouths of others, but she'd gotten close enough to know what not to do.
It was a delicate dance, and one that changed its steps with every partner. She tilted her head as he spoke, ears swiveled towards him, catching and storing each word as if it were sustenance vital to survival. And perhaps, in this world, it was. For whatever reason, Adonai did not believe he would cast the word 'bastard' against her and Pagan, and so she grew curious as to who that might mean.
Adonai paused in her stride as Eden did, turning her face towards him, detached and dormant but not disinterested. It was this neutrality, she learned, that encouraged others to speak. There was no indication that his words had any effect over her, and where others might speak more to beg for a reaction of some kind, she supposed her grandfather wasn't that way. Ah, it was the dance. Twirling in intimacy, playing games, whichever one might call it-- it was beautiful, impartial, quiet. There was an air of excitement around her for a moment. Did everyone not deserve some sort of obsession? A purpose, drive? Her mother had lost it somewhere before she was born, as digging in the sand as a pup had uncovered creatures with unseeing eyes and decaying bodies. Treasures that could have only come from one very large and very barren den.
A question was proposed, and the young woman tilted her head once more.