Amon should've been able to answer the question just by her scent, which was easily accessed if he had thought to breathe during her foray in to the dirt beneath him. He hadn't apparently been breathing through the entire event, likely because he was so distracted. When she gave her response, he chuckled; the sound was similar to a small rock-slide. Ah, a wanderer.
There was a glimmer in his dark eyes, a knowing, for he had spent so long on his own to understand the difficulties.
I'm Ivev, and you are?
Amon,
he quickly responded, and then gave a slight bow - which was exacerbated by his naturally hunched shoulders. At yer service! Or rather, I thank you for being at mine. I suppose.
Another blunt wag of his tail, and he turned to face the direction he had come in from. I can show you around a little, if you like. My home is further south, and I'd appreciate the company?
Was he... Trying to flirt?
Nah. No. No way! Old man Amon, you're too old for this garbage.
Just in case the trees get ahold'a me again.
Cheeky bastard. Cheeky old bastard, really what was his game plan here? She was just passing on through and now you've, what, invited her home? Yeesh.