Firestone Hot Springs Stench

As the interaction dragged on, Taliesin found himself relaxing a little. At least she hadn't been mocking him — that was something. Enough to try to give her a chance, at least, though Taliesin still wasn't much in the mood for company. Just the thought of carrying a conversation made him want to take a nap, but he was here and feeling less irritable by the second, so with an internal shrug he started to formulate some kind of lie for his response.
Ursus, huh? I'm looking for someone, actually, He lied smoothly, trying to remember what that one kid he'd met had looked like. He's got dark fur, pale eyes. Know anyone like that? One eye cracked open to peer at her, watching for her reaction. He was invested in this now, though he still lacked any desire for it.