A haughty sort of look would appear on his features, but it would disappear just as quickly as it had came. She was a sight for sore eyes, and so he knew he should compose himself and act properly. But Quintus had never been particularly adept at hiding his emotions, and had never gotten the hang of feigning pleasure when he felt none, something his mother seemed very good at. And so for a long moment the boy would would stare, nose wrinkled and ears pinned back again his skull.
"I can see that," he would reply with slight jest ringing in his voice. "This isn't the most exciting place, is it?" His gaze would sweep about, examining the strange rock structures with slight curiosity, before coming to rest on the girl again, who announced that her name was Circe. "And I'm Quintus. Quintus Nero." Once had surname had meant something, but his parents were no longer the King and the Queen. He would take a small step forward, eying her warily still.
