I lost a friend.

He still managed to startle, despite his pronouncement, but no damage done. Pure bliss was the only way to describe how he felt hearing his name come (in a manner) in that little voice, and an inner 'awwww' warmed him. With a beaming smile, he lowered his head to greet Constantine and allow his own enthusiastic hello to be recieved.

The change of direction was noted, of course, but Dante attributed it more to the fickle nature of children than secrecy. How often did one find a child who stayed focused and on task? It was a rarity and one of the many charms of youth. "Lead on, brave explorer," he said happily, glad to let him take them where he would. They wouldn't stray too far, since he didn't want the parents to worry, but a but it a jaunt wouldn't hurt.