His eyes would widen as she commented on her own family size. Five brothers and sisters? Of course there was the possibility that not all would be like Caesar or Colette, though the poor boy had that distinct impression in his head right now and honestly wasn't sure he could have survived with that much more arguing and bickering going on. For perhaps the first time he was rather thankful about his family, at least there were only three of them.
Though she wiped away the blood from her forehead, Shakespeare noted that it still wasn't completely clean, the open wound still rather new and strange to the boy. It was amazing really that blood hadn't been drawn sooner by Caesar or even against him the amount he irritated their parents as well. Her words made very little sense to Shakespeare though it seemed it was all ok, nothing that he really ought to trouble himself over. He would drop the subject and stop staring at the cut as well.
The female made it far easier to forget about that however, changing the subject and introducing herself, commenting on how nice it was to get away for a bit. It took him a moment to realise he ought to give his own name in response, never actually having needed to give an introduction before. "Shakespeare." He informed her and only nodded his head again to her comment about getting away.
