Aspis. Elohim's brow arched momentarily at the lighter boy's sudden interest in the other. So that's what it was like having friends as a child, huh? Elohim had to admit he was almost thankful he had been a recluse at such an age lest he had been so nosy without the knowledge and wits to back it up. And then he spoke again and Elohim's lips broke into an amused grin as he leaned forward. "Do you care about names that badly, Aspis?" He cocked his head. He had three names now - Aspis, Archana and Prometheus. "If they do, you must realize you've given me thrice the amount I've given you." He slipped a canine teeth into his grin, entertained by the prospect that such a slip up might annoy the boy. He couldn't help it. It seemed that Halcyon and Aster's blood combined made an even more volatile mix.

He watched the pair but his eyes often moved back to Asteraia's border; after al, the pack was in the forefront of his mind. These children? Ah, they were just there to pass the time despite him never having summoned them. But when Aspis spoke of him wanting to be king? He leaned back and laughed, eyed them off as he looked down his muzzle at them. "Do you know what happens to kings, Aspis? Prometheus? He used the boys' names if only to reaffirm the fact they had been so eager to let him know so ahead of time. "They start off thinking they'll do good; they hurt others; they become sick -" his brow twitched up as his eyes met Aspis' - Halcyon had gotten sick, no? - "or they become the bad guy. Then, others get hungry and they chew the king up and spit him out. Rinse, repeat." He paused, tilted his head to the other side. "Is that the kind of future that seems exciting to you?" After all, if Aspis was so hateful towards Iromar, why not simply leave? Hadn't he the courage to do that much?