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On the topic of religion, he doesn't bat an eye. He is unknowing, unphased, and inexperienced with the concept itself. Nobody he knows is religious. It means little to him—a recklessness that is bold, naive. Couldn't care less. I'm not the religious type. 

He senses there is tension there, something between the girl and her mother. Part of him wishes to know, and part of him knows it was unimportant—he grew up without his mother, after all.

At her next question, his eyes gleam with mischief, amused by her boldness. A strong gust of wind slaps him in the face. He brushes it off, ears flattening against the air. So, you wanna come home with me? Gosh. You move fast. 

It wouldn't matter what they'd say. He answers, a statement with double-meaning; most of the Rise is nonverbal anyway. He thinks himself to be awfully clever for the quip.

The Redtail regards her once more then turns away, beckoning her to follow with a tap of his tail against her shoulder.

Come on, I'm freezin'.