Otatso Wetlands I'm getting Hickeys from my Bedbugs

Aphrodite, he parroted back to her, the name of a Goddess. He thought it interesting, and wondered if her parents had chosen that name for their daughter, or if she had selected it herself. Names fascinated him, although his own he had no knowledge of where it came from. Her smile was luscious, and infectious. He beamed back as she asked him why he'd been farting around the area.
Taikon paused, unsure how to answer. He rubbed at the moist ground with a paw, playing with bits of leaf litter and mud that surfaced with its disturbance. I was trying to see if there was a better path toward the sea, but obviously that was a bad idea. It was a partial lie — in reality he had never set foot anywhere near the sea, but he couldn't think of what else to say. If you mean in general, I'm just a traveller; I move from place to place is all, he explained, though it sounded quite dull in the air. The white male decided to turn the question back to her. And you?