Har har har! Mine is an evil laugh! Now die!

She would notice his gaze on her scars - but just as quickly, it would move on, almost as if the male was used to the appearance of scars and was observing her... ears or something. Okay, that analogy didn't even make sense to her. He'd soon speak again and she'd listen, the signs of him not being from around Alacritia growing more and more obvious. Basileus, eh? It was a name pleasing to the ears. "Nice to meet you too, Basileus," she would return softly. Her calmness would disappear in an instant, though, when he asked about - what? Italian? She immediately straightened, leaning forward and ears pricking fully. "Italian?" she asked excitedly. "Sì. Piccolo. Parole," she would tell him in fragments. "I know... un lupo who speaks italiano," she would attempt to tell him, wincing at her own butchering of the language. But, italian! Excitement!

ooc. laziness - yes, little, words. a wolf who speaks italian. that's the translation xD