Duck Lake Waiting on this for a while now

He felt her gaze lingering on his pelt, but forced himself to not seem outwardly affected by it and calmly lifted his head, his eyes narrowing ever so slightly when she pulled herself into a seating position, her eyes meeting his. Icarus did not speak, but stared until she opened her maw and uttered some words. He tilted his head then, his eyes wandering briefly as he contemplated how to answer her particular, blunty spoken question.

"Hey," Icarus said back, almost as if mirroring her words and the way she spoke before lifting one shoulder in a shrug. "Who do you want me to be?" he spoke quietly, but there was no sense of mirth or sarcasm in his tone — he was completely and utterly serious.