Ravensblood Forest talking of michelangelo

her statement is surely a joke or a bit of absent observation, but for a moment samothes feels the edge of panic, thinking: surely not, or what's the point of having left? his gaze turns slightly sharper, scanning her form, but she does not carry any trademark messeda markings near as he can tell, besides her slightly small build, like his. "perish the thought," the wraith says mildly, a faint smile on his lips, "unless the name messeda carries any significance for you?" of course, given the enormity of his lineague and hers, it is possible that somewhere, someone has crossed lines - though he does not know the escapades of the rest of his family tree.

she moves on with another question - whatever seemed to be bothering her before has disappated as far as he can tell, or she's not interested in speaking on it. "i haven't," he answers, a touch apologetically, "but i take it they are another of our members?" constantine had said there were three beside him, which left one last to be revealed (he, of course, assumes the shadowy leader had included spot in his assessment). "what do you think of them?" he prompts, assuming she is asking because she feels a particular way about this unknown wolf - though he supposes it could be idle curiousity, he is interested in not letting another of spot's fleeting revelations slip by without comment.