Tuktu Weir confessions of a sociopath

Trajan takes pleasure in making the boy flush, he's not quite sure why. Perhaps, it is because Delight reminds him of his younger siblings, or maybe it is because the boy's reactions are inherently cute, at least, it is to him. He doesn't dwell too much into those thoughts, easily pushing them aside for later examination. Instead, he amuses himself with Delight's words, canting his head curiously. "Seabreeze, you mean?" the corner of his mouth quirks upwards in a small smirk. "I didn't recall him saying that she was his girlfriend." Not that it matters, not really. Honestly, Trajan couldn't care less. It is just something interesting. He files it away in his brain to examine later.
"Yes," the Roman agrees complacently, trudging through the forest silently whilst carelessly keeping to the shadows of the trees. "I'm glad they chose here, as well. It's quite a nice place, don't you think?" he glances at Delight expectantly, quietly waiting for his input. Contrary to what most would think, Trajan does not look down on the boy, not at all. He thinks him young, inexperienced, a pretty kid with a funny name, but he does not look down on him. He is capable of great things — everyone is, if he taps into his potential.
Of course, Trajan is better than him. That couldn't be argued. He is undeniably gorgeous (not that he's vain, of course), insanely clever and a Roman with buckets of experience. It would be hard to beat him. But he thinks Delight can be just as successful as himself if he tries, well, almost just as successful Let's not get his hopes up. he's kidding