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The corner of Trajan's lip quirks upwards in a soft smile and he tilts his head in acknowledgement. "Trahan sounds better than Trajan, to be honest," he says, reassuring her gently. He does not care whether or not she pronounces his name correctly — he is not like his father in that manner. He only seeks to make sure she does not feel uncomfortable in his presence, and that is enough. It is, however, more for his purpose than hers — comfortable wolves tend to give him more information than uncomfortable ones.

Trajan reads expressions easily, and he sees the annoyance on her face flicker away as she speaks his full name. He suppresses a wince, countenance carefully indifferent, but inside, it bothers him just a bit. Perhaps, it is because no one ever really uses that name, not unless...he isn't quite sure, but that name has never felt like him. Which, he muses thoughtfully, is a bit hypocritical of him as his mindset revolves around the idea that he can take on any name and make it his.

Outside, the Roman remains carefully neutral. 

She demands a 'why' from him, suspicion radiating off her in waves. Trajan remains insouciant, his tongue slipping out to lick his lips. "No reason," he says easily, with a toss of his head and a shrug of his shoulders. "Just an observation. I have no fight with anyone." The latter is partly a lie — there is a chance that ghosts from his past might find him again, but he is not afraid. Trajan flashes her a crooked smile, hoping to ease the tension.