Ouroboros Spine I had a violin somewhere, I was gonna play it all sarcastically

Just like that, the tension was gone. Their argument, disagreement, whatever anyone wished to call it was over. Evaporated. His unease remained, but he concealed it well, hiding that part of him beneath good humor and a shift in personality that settled upon him as easily as any other. 

"I've not called myself anything." Truth. She'd named him. She'd given him goals and trades to work towards. He'd simply become. He'd fallen into whatever mold another wished to make of him and had displayed little of his true self. Little. He hadn't the slightest idea who he was anymore, though he suspected she'd trampled upon something of it earlier. 

She spoke again. Three little words that left him looking at her like she was absolutely insane despite that face she cast at him. "Whatever helps you sleep at night," he replied, having a feeling she wouldn't quite understand what he meant by that, but if he was going to learn about her subtleties, she could return the favor and learn about his.

Her tail wove as she moved to nip him. Kerosene glanced at her for a moment, pleased that she too seemed to have moved on from the nature of their earlier conversation. His ears flitted towards her as she shied away and he turned, lowering his head to brush against her shoulder. "There are deer on this island," he reminded her, referring back to their earlier exploration of this place. "Keep your ass down wind and we might could snag one."