Duck Lake reality is a lovely place.

Back to the "Lake likes lakes" thing. He was sometimes surprised that people found it so hard to believe, but he had never before been called a narcissist for it. The idea, while a bit rude in its vocalization, brought another grin to his face. He snorted lightly at the suggestion, deep steel blue eyes glinting in fascination.

The blonde wolf's next comment confused him slightly, but only for a moment until his eyes brushed across hers and the name "Turq" clicked into place. "The sad truth is, I'm named for far more narcissistic reasons than that," he admitted with a sly grin, "I was named for the color of my eyes." Something about her attitude towards him amused him deeply, and he couldn't miss the opportunity to raise her ire even more than he already had merely by just existing. It was all in jest, of course. He wasn't aiming to actually offend, just to engage in a good round of friendly banter.