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Donovan spits out a sharp bark of laughter at his sentence, though not at all annoyed by it, but more amused. Though the laugh only lasts a quick second before Donovan’s dark, scarred muzzle is crinkling at the corners as he smiles at the other. He might just like the way he says his name. Might.

Just as easily as he teases him with the nickname of peaches, he continues just as he left. “Aries.” He hums almost flirtatiously, parroting the other. “Don't like fish?” Comes his cutting inquiry. Though it isn’t necessarily rude, for the teasing smirk on his face rules out that possibility. 

The fact that last time they met Donovan, him and Derg had been threatening him with their teeth and now they speak casually. Though that could be because Donovan finds his savage nature interesting.