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Was he trying to make himself look smarter? Absolutely. The boy waved his tail in a gesture not unlike a throwing up of hands; this girl and her interminable questions!

"Of course I know." He fired back hotly. A lie. He didn't really. He just didn't want to admit it. And he wasn't about to admit it - even the perception of perceived knowledge could be a powerful thing, if used correctly. Ingram was still clumsy with manipulation, and his lie would probably fall short.

"I'm Ingram." He wanted to give her a second name, but he wasn't sure what his was. His mother hadn't really talked too much about their family, or maybe it was that he had never bothered to listen. And now it seemed important -- damn.

He started to move - at first towards her. He wasn't about to walk into her, so curved his body around and made for the smooth lining of the wave-washed sand. Would she follow him? Who knew?  "Why are you alone?"