Gent had not been blind to the stallion’s body language when he had approached, and so it comes as no surprise when the stallion responds with words as callous as the aura he emanates. Gent doesn’t quail at these words, however - quite the opposite. Approaching this stallion had been a gamble, but it seems it may pay off after all. Gent’s pale face is composed as he processes what the stallion has said, his blue eyes focused and clear, but the hint of a smile twitches at the corner of his mouth.

For a moment his gaze drops, looking his companion over and wondering what his story is. He doesn’t strike Gent as green or inexperienced in battle, or someone who is easily taken advantage of, so Gent cannot help but question why he is in the Lagoon at all, particularly if he dislikes Cullen and the other bachelors so much. Of course, Gent could ask the same question of himself, but his motives are complicated to the point he sometimes does not understand them himself.

Gent is quiet for a few moments after the stallion’s blunt question. He takes this time to let his gaze roam across the breadth of the Lagoon, and for a moment there is no sound other than the lapping of water a short distance away and the rush of new spring leaves in the breeze. “I’m just a nobody testing his sea legs,” he says ambiguously, eyes gleaming. “But you can call me Argento, or Gent. And you’ve spoken bluntly, so allow me to return the favor. Do you really believe you’re the only one around here who isn’t under the big boss’s spell?”