Ravensblood Forest Trees of Crimson

He smirks to her and gives the female a curt nod. “Doesn’t everyone?” 

As she tells him her age and he’s surprised to think about his own. Seems he’ll be turning five in October. He’s fucking old already. “Ah, still young then. I’m turning fucking five in October.” He says like she’d never believe it. “Old.” He gripes with a chortle.

Then she pops a most curious question. One he finds himself nodding to before verbally responding. “I’d love to teach you a few things, dear.” He hums with a wink. “What do you find yourself lacking in?” He asks seriously then, golden orbs watching the defined features of her face.