Tuktu Weir confessions of a sociopath

The boy asks the Roman if there was an Elk King here. He is tempted to reply with another quip, but decides against it when he remembers how Delight reacted to his other one. Instead, he tilts his head thoughtfully and regards the woods in a new manner. He hasn't thought about it, to be honest, whether there is a Elk King in King Elk Forest but he is an open minded man and as he, himself, believes very much in the gods of Rome, Trajan doesn't feel he has the right to make a sarcastic comment about this given that his own beliefs are not necessarily 'real' as some would say.
"I'm not sure, to be honest," Trajan replies mildly. "I guess there's a possibility." he spares a glimpse at the younger male, curiosity sparking within his chest. He pushes it away and presses on, curiosity replaced with amusement when Delight flushes in embarrassment - though to be fair, it was barely visible - and grumbles in the manner that reminded Trajan of his younger siblings when he teased them back at Noctem Vagus. A sudden bout of nostalgia catches the soldier in his throat and he swallows thickly. The facade of careless insouciance never slips from his features, however and he continues on as if those thoughts had never once entered his mind.
"Not long," Trajan tells the boy, pausing to lift a leg and mark the ground. "I met Mato when he'd just discovered the forest." He glances at Delight out of the corner of his eye and nudges the boy's shoulder with his nose, should he allow it. 'What about you?"