The weirdest howl he'd ever heard stopped the boy in his tracks and caused his head to rise and his tongue to dart back into his mouth as he listened and looked around. When his eyes finally rested on the friendly looking little stranger and the Prince decided she looked too nice to mean him harm, his tongue lolled back out and he sent a toothy grin in the woman's direction. "Hello, Nanastasia! My name's Angel!" Largely unaware of what it meant to keep a polite distance, Angelus frisked closer.
Unabashedly he took the stranger in. Wow was she short! The boy had thought Psalm was small, but this lady looked to be smaller. She was like, half his height. How cool was that? And sh- something on the side of her face caught his attention and interrupted him mid thought. He squinted, neck craning, as he tried to look at the left side of her face. What...was THAT? Politely, so that he didn't offended in case the thing was supposed to be there, Angelus asked, "Um, Nanastasia? You got something -a little something- right," he pointed at the left side of her mouth with his nose, "There." The boy regarded her with wide, innocent eyes; his gaze assessing as he tried to gauge whether or not he'd offended her by drawing attention to the blemish. ...Or was it even a blemish? Maybe it was a beauty thing where she was from.
