Orgasmic

She had a weird, overly formal way of speaking, least to his ears anyway. He idly wondered if she was trying to carefully craft a first impression, saying all the right words, the correct intonations- which frankly went right over Ronan's head. By no means was the man stupid, but he saw no need for fanfare and fancy lingo, didn't have the patience for it really. Everything about him screamed that he was tired and done.

His head titled slightly at her question, eyes narrowing slightly in thought. He was obviously familiar with the word and the meaning that it entailed, but she spoke of a linage, hers he presumed. Letting his gaze rove over her once more, in many ways he could see why she thought they might be related. But to just assume he was related to every blue and red wolf out there felt like a stretch, least of all this part of the world, so far from what he knew.

"Ishtar Amores," He repeated, her first name sounded clunky on his tongue, but the second word flowed like lava, his accent slipping out like a deep, earthy warmth. "Fancy name, where you from?" His emphasis of fancy was somewhat derivative, he didn't approve much of fancy things, it seemed. "I ain't though. Not a lot of us have last names where I come from, don't really keep track of who is related to who."