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He watched as the eyes of the other roamed over him, giving him some routine inspection to see whether or not he was fit or a wandering invalid. Mordecai allowed this at some length, though when it came coupled with the words of the dispersal he only found intrigue left to linger midst the range of emotions. To come for him? That could have meant any number of things, netting any number of responses.

"Oh?" He supplied only one word that doubled for many. The head of which was the question of why, but it served better a prompt for the youth to continue on. If it was his interest to be baited, the move was a high success. He had Mordecai's attention and all there was between them was a budding situation that was bound to go any way it desired.