a trip down memory lane

Though it didn't show on his face Pyrrhic was surprised by her invitation to share a meal. It was an unusual thing to offer a stranger - at least in his opinion. But then again, he wasn't exactly concerned with goodwill towards mortals unless there was something in it for him. Which made him wonder...was that the woman's motivation for offering? Pyrrhic knew there were those who did nice things out of the goodness of their hearts - his mother was one such person - but he, not being one of those people, was always on the lookout for persons such as himself. It could be hard to tell who was who especially in the beginning so it was in his best interest to be vigilant in this encounter.

Oh, uh..." His neutral expression softened into one of thanks as though her goodwill warmed him. It didn't - couldn't - simply because of his self-serving nature. He wouldn't allow himself to think her kind until he knew for sure she wasn't after something. Pyrrhic simply couldn't be any other way with a stranger. Especially one being nice for reasons unknown. "Yes, I'd like that. Thank you, that's very kind," he said with a gentle smile.

He  seated himself within meal-sharing range but was careful to be mindful of her personal space. His reason for being mindful wasn't out of concern for her feelings, at least not at the heart of it. For now, not knowing who he was dealing with or what sort of person she was, his default was to play nice. "The name's Pyrrhic, Pyrrhic Abraxas." His nose twitched and his heart grew heavy as the smell of the offered meal reached his nose. His father had been experimenting with drying meats for some time before his death. Though Malleus hadn't experimented with that particular meat it reminded Pyrrhic of him all the same.