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His ears lifted slightly when she gave him a name- Alya Ostrega. There was something regal about her name, and something like a tinge of pride in the way she spoke it that hinted to him that perhaps her surname was an old one, passed down through many generations. His own was an old surname, but Bruges didn't often give it out, as he found it to be a bit too formal for his liking. On such a refined young woman, though, the presence of a surname suited her well. 

"Well then. Nice to meet you, Alya," He said, finally quite comfortable in her presence, and he reached forward to nibble at the edge of her ear before setting his chin on her shoulders and heaving a content sigh. He closed his eyes, then, and hoped she'd allow him to drift off for a bit.