Hushed Willows east of the sun

Well, it wasn't like Alejandro had never been in a murderous mood, so perhaps the boy's apprehension wasn't unfounded. And there would be no need to harm this boy, so he didn't need to be afraid. Perhaps he'd learn, if they were to spend more time together, that Ale had no intentions of eating him.

Unless he wanted to. (wink, wink.)

Grayday was the first name he was offered, followed by Swan. Are you sure your name isn't liar? the spotted man thought to himself, a small smirk playing on his lips. It was rather obvious to the spy that he was being deceived, but he thought perhaps it might be clear to even a passerby that the boy was dishonest. But still, did it really matter? The St. Clairs had many names, so why could this boy not have one as well. "You're certainly pretty light a Swan, but... I must say, it doesn't suit you," he began, scanning him up and down, but humored the boy in the end.

"May I call you Day?" the man questioned with a tilt of his head, studying the younger's rose gold eyes. It did not surprise him when he stepped away again, but it did make him feel a little put out. Why wouldn't you want to be close to me?

Still, he let the younger lead him, eager to hunt these rabbits with him, and did not encroach on his personal space too much. That would come later. "Perhaps I can hunt one for you and you could hunt one for me? Or we could work together."