Lake Rodney Everyone is a book of blood

The following amused the chocolate-coated man. Perhaps to anyone else, it would be a simple question to answer, one without needed much more than just a simple introduction; but to Vengeance, he wanted to play a little. Perhaps. He kept a straight face, ruby eyes wandering deeper into the dual tones of the panda faced boy. What does he look like? Curious to see what this one knew of him, he kept the conversation off of him, and onto this new, phantom, Vengeance; as if this individual was someone other than the Warlord himself. 

Most curious of all, why was this boy searching for him to begin with. Vengeance couldn't put a paw on who it was, who it could be and why they might be here. It was strange to him. He never forgot a face, or a scent... perhaps a name here or there, but those were simply semantics.