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Her eyes focused on his and he got a nice look of their color. Pale russet, complimented perfect by her fur. He grinned as she sat with him, never really having been so easily able to hold a prisoner of his ramblings so easily. This was nice. The man did prefer most of his time alone, but this was nice. 

She asked him what he wanted to know. So, he would have to be dominant voice in this conversation. That was fine by him. "I suppose we can start from the beginning. Ever play twenty questions?" The boyish grin eased into just a small smile as his tail thumped on the dusty ground. "Where are you from?"