Like a scolded pup, the younger male turned his eyes from the burning ring that the sun and moon had painted in the sky. Finn still smiled at the boy, the gesture forever stuck to his face like a tattoo. He liked this guy, he was fussy and young, malleable and in a way cute -- though Finn would never say such thing out loud.
Again the young boy's whines reached Finn's ears. The boy didn't have a clue about girls, oh! poor ignorant. Finn was delighted by his question, or challenge rather. With his eyes bugging and his jaw falling open like who-knows-what had atrocity had left Atreyu's mouth. Didn't you know Finn was a skilled actor who prided himself in his theatrics?
"Tsk, tsk. You've never had a girlfriend am I right?", he asked with his brows rising in a questioning manner. "Gilrs are not just less smelly wolves who magically bring babies to the world you know? They are all women but each of them is different, they like different things and whine a lot. " he began his lecture, understanding tha not all women would be charmed by the same tricks or amused by the same jokes was crucial. Flirting with a female could be like playing chess with a demon. Unpredictable and dangerous.