Iskandor met the other boy’s demand with a raised brow, his blue gaze steady on the stranger who now seemed overly tense, looking down at him with unfriendly eyes. Iska let the silence stretch, not out of hesitation, but as a counter to the other's obvious attempt at dominance. "Iskandor Fatalis of Armada." Iskandor replied smoothly, voice an effortless blend of confidence becoming of a prince—and his own cool composure. Or at least, that was what he was being taught to do. He took a step closer, unhurried, exposing himself to the scrutiny of the high vs low ground. "This isn’t my first time here, so we probably just missed each other before."
He inclined his head slightly, trying to maintain civility between him and the on-edge boy. Iska’s gaze met the azure boy’s eyes, curiosity entering his voice as he attempted to push the conversation in a more amicable direction. "And you are?" Every new soul met was another page of knowledge in his book, that much was a fact.
