Never had a grandparent before...

Hannibal watched the boy's reaction as he skittered closer. Surprise was evident with wide eyes but then a small lash was delivered. "Mom always did say you were a rat." With a small wrinkle of his nose Hannibal immediately responded, "I assume your mother is one of my darling daughters then..." A knowing gaze swept over the small yearling's frame. "I'd guess Recluse, she always detested me. " Perhaps he was of Siren or Banshee's descent but those markings were just too similar to Recluse. His voice was fairly matter of fact. There was nothing he could do to change anyone's opinions at this point and he was far more interested in getting to know this potential grandson.

Ichor Klein. The rat-man allowed the name to settle in his mind. "Good name." His eyes then looked over the boy a bit more, "Tell me of yourself, little Ichor." A pause as the Rat continued to access his kin. "What are your ambitions?"

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