Despite the confidence in his own abilities that radiated off of Ira, he had never before pretended to be something he wasn’t. He had always been extremely straight forward in regards to his spoiled, insolent, perhaps narcissistic personality, having never really been taught that he was acting in any way other than what was right. Jinx informed him that she had friends in this place, a Shaman - Ira wondered briefly what exactly that was - and said Shaman’s daughter. "Hmm," The child offered the noise thoughtfully at her words, though he trusted Jinx’s confidence that this unknown Alpha would accept them. Though the same amount of trust could not be placed upon this unknown bitch -- as Jinx had called her (pretty much anything Jinx said Ira thought it was ok for him to say likewise) -- and likely would not, no matter how charming and cute of a role Ira could manage to play. Though he was confident enough in his own abilities, he couldn’t help but feel that it might be really strange to be an angel when he really was the devil. It would be excellent practice for the future, Ira did not doubt.
Jinx’s words of counting upon him caused a swell of pride to warm his chest, and Ira glimpsed at his guardian for a moment, milky blue irises with flecks of fierce crystalline near the dark abyss of his pupils studying her as he offered her a impish little grin. The sound of approaching of footfalls claimed the boy’s attention quickly, though, and as if someone had flipped off a light switch the impish grin he had shared and meant for Jinx was gone, replaced with a wide doe-eyed expression he had seen other children invoke. A major difference from Ira’s usual haughtiness as he assessed the honey colored female that approached discreetly. The honey colored woman wasted no time asserting her dominance and though Ira did not allow a slip of his true feelings betray him he did not, frankly, like the way the woman dared to look at his Mambo - not realizing that for the first time he was feeling protective over someone else. He stifled such feelings quickly before they could even remotely show, instead blinking down at his paws when Jinx began to speak, pleading their case.
For the most part Ira stood obediently, plopping down on his haunches after a while, tail caressing the earth as he gave it a half-hearted wag. As Jinx spoke, he just sort of sat there and looked cute, maintaining this even when she mentioned him, figuring that cute little children did not rudely interrupt. It took as much self restraint as the child had in his entire being to look at the ground sheepishly when Jinx spoke of him one day being a powerful ally when all he wanted to do was let his ego accept her words as truth. Humility Jinx had beckoned of him, and so humility Ira vowed he would pretend to know. The name Atka sounded strange to his ears and he did not think much of the name odd name because he had yet to associate ‘Atka’ as one of the Gods Jinx had spoken of. Jinx seemed to have finished speaking then and demurely Ira peeked up at Lethe, wondering if he should speak up or let the woman speak up first. "Puh-pwease dun turn us aways…" Ira blinked his widened eyes up at Lethe shyly, his tone pleading and childish, his lower lip trembling as if he were cold or fearful (and while he was a little cold he was not particularly fearful - though Lethe did not know that). In truth, Ira thought he sounded just like those pathetic children that seemed to melt the hearts of adults but Lethe’s reaction would be the ultimate judge of if he was succeeding in charming her or not.
And if not, he would have to attempt a different method other than appealing to her pity.