Amalia wouldn't turn until he voiced his presence, and he wouldn't have to wait long for an invitation closer. He wouldn't hesitate to come sit with her as she invited him more near. Just like he'd always done his now much larger form would snuggle closely to her. She already knew that he'd seen him and Bacchus knew then that she had indeed seen his father before. There were emotions in her voice that he had hoped he wouldn't hear again after she'd learned of Roman's death. Mismatched ears would fall to his skull as he looked into his mothers eyes, oddly neutral as he kept the innocent small smile on his features. He would only nod to answer her question, and his features would move to nuzzle her affectionately before he asked his first question, and really it would answer any others that lingered in his mind. "Do you really hate him?" The boy would whisper back into her fur as he pushed against her form.
