Blackfeather Woods They will make you an exhibit

Ramsay seems to accept his answer without fuss, which he appreciates, but he does not get a chance to gently pry into what information the child may divulge because another arrives on the scene. The boy seems to know the man (a relative, maybe?) but any assumptions Argent could make are quickly overturned by one simple word.

Cicero.

There is a flicker of something in his near-black eyes, quick and easily missable, hard to identify. "Argent," the titan returns smoothly, dipping his head in return. Were he a more expressive creature, he might have to work to hide the emotions flitting through his mind (disgust, triumph) -- but as it stands, he's never been prone to emoting, and so his expression remains as vague as it always is. His gaze shifts back to the child, lingering near the man in question, and he asks, "is he yours?" with a guileless sort of curiousity. After all, it isn't ever day you meet a deformed child with no mother, who may be the son of your enemy.