Ouroboros Spine and decides to be a villain

the stranger doesn't push him away, necessarily, and in fact seems receptive to okeanos' polite mumblings, but does not return them. he looks up from drinking to study his striking features, looking for signs of aggression or disapproval, or even a lack of interest; instead, he's treated to a strange rasp of a reply that makes his ears twitch. oh, okeanos thinks, putting two and two together, maybe he can't speak at all. 

for a second he feels embarrassed -- okeanos relies on words an awful lot for a creature of his stock, having been raised in an environment that valued peaceful communication, but not all communication needs to be vocal, he knows. still, he feels unsteady for having caught the other man at such a disadvantage, and hopes he can salvage the situation, somewhat. it'd be easy to just leave him alone and in peace (and maybe that's what he wants, okeanos doesn't know), but it'd be just terribly ill-mannered, he thinks. so instead he leans back down to finish drinking, buying himself some time. when he lifts his head again he says, "is it those wounds on your throat?" and kicks himself, because that's not exactly an answerable question, without words. "i mean--i'm guessing you can't or don't want to speak because of those," he amends, hoping that is more of a yes/no style question he can answer nonverbally.