He'd try not to mind the stranger, wondering if he'd be able to explore alone or if he'd become interrupted like with Ravenna. The voice would call out to him, and Bacchus would find he could not be rude to the stranger. Introducing himself the dark wolf would ask of his condition. The slate blue boy would look up, a hint of a smile on his lips as he nodded in greeting. He wasn't rude but he also was not incredibly formal. "I'm Bacchus." He'd answer shortly, "and I um.. do well." He'd add, remembering the latter part of the man's statement. He wouldn't move or get up, keeping himself seated almost relaxed those few yards away.
