If I'm James Dean, You're Audrey Hepburn

The brief shuffle of a form rising was what caused those ears to shift towards the source, believing it to be nothing more then a bird or a night time animal. Thus, she paid it no mind. Not at all hearing him bounding from rock to rock in order to approach her. That form was still, as the serpent was slowly drifting further into that sleep, his voice was what stopped it and in turn caused that head to lift and turn towards him. That glacial gaze blinking as she looked over the male; most of all, who was Alice?

“Afraid you're mistaken my dear.” That head titled slightly to the right, even with his more aggressive stance, did the serpentine women remained as she was. “But, who is this Alice you speak of?” Prying at best, but it was mere curiosity as she awaited his answer. If he decided to attack her, there was little she could do to stop the male, but to wait and see.