Wild Berry Meadow you were coming across as clever, then you lit the wrong end of your cigarrette

Étoille blinked, a slow gesture on him. He respected bluntness... perhaps more than he respected fancy words and wordy narratives. He thought about his own home, or lack thereof. Was he not technically an orphan? Not that he'd ever know for sure. The lack of closure would be haunting. Were he not so detached from any emotional understanding of himself.

With some effort the beast focused on the woman once more. He did not say, it would be worth it to go, though a part of him thought so. "Would you go back," he said instead, more attentive than prior. "What do you think you would find," he added after a moment; uncharacteristically inquisitive, but maybe in their brief encounters so many months ago Wolfgangliana had rubbed off on him more than he'd thought.