Firefly Glen A Little Bit Alexis

Banshee? Well, from what he could remember of folk tales he'd heard, Banshees were withy, noisy creatures that screamed a lot- so whoever it was that had named her had obviously done a good job. Perhaps it was a name she'd chosen for herself- but either way, he liked it. She was a mercurial thing, not content, apparently, unless there was some form of spark for her to fan into a fire. Maybe she was simply more comfortable dealing with potentially harmful wolves because she didn't like the vulnerability it took to be calm and honest. He wondered what was best, then- to prompt her to reach into her insecurities and see that good wolves existed, or to simply let her be and pick at her just enough to make her feel secure?

"I see," He said. He was calm, still, but there was a crookedness to his smile and sparkle in his eyes when he spoke again. "Well I like calling you Glitter more, so that's what I'm gonna call you." He said, with a simple shrug of his shoulder. It wasn't the truth- he liked her actual name quite a lot- but he figured this might actually make her feel better than receiving an actual compliment. "I do get mad. But you'd have to try pretty damn hard to make me mad," He said, with a shrug. While he was content to tease her playfully, he didn't care to perpetuate the belief he suspected she had that all wolves harboured a dark spirit, somewhere. It didn't feel fair to him to enable all the others who had potentially made Banshee wary of true kindness.