Bramblepoint red-hawk for dinner

Outwardly, at least, Aureli was patient with the delay in the boy's answer. He spent a moment carefully cataloguing his scent, and then attempting to listen to the cadence of his heart — and then the boy spoke.

Delos. Aureli filed the name away. A sharp look was cast in Leto's direction before he refocused on his... "patient".

"Your mother seems to think otherwise," he replied, his tone conversational — he did not yet know that this might be lost in the boy. "What does she hope I will do for you?" he asked.