Truth be told, Death himself only knew so many languages. He had heard bits and pieces of some others every now and again, but it was rare he had someone speak to him in something other than Spanish or English. While he preferred Spanish, just because it was his native tongue, it didn't mean he hadn't tried to learn some other languages in the past. He didn't think he knew any well enough to communicate in them, but he had tried to pick up certain phrases and words.
He did admit, wherever she had come from, was entirely foreign to him. He had never heard of such a place, but. . . it sounded nice. Nicer than where he had been recently, full of chaos. There were some points he could only wish to just sit down and relax somewhere. He never truly had the opportunity, but. . .
He raised his brow at her comment about his flirting needing some work and he scoffed, just a little bit. He watched as she leaned forward, ears turning to see what she said, and. . .
It completely flew by him. He didn't understand anything she had said, but. . judging by her reaction, he figured it was good, whatever it was. The wolf grinned a bit, following the same idea that she followed for him and he chuckled, shaking his head. At least the two were attempting to flirt. It wasn't the greatest, but hey, they had just met, and seemed they were off on the right foot. For now, at least.
Perhaps his own interest in the tiger could be replicated by some conversation and more flirting, he didn't know. But he just hoped it hadn't gone to waste after the very blunt first pickup line he tried. Even still, it seemed she had calmed down from that, so maybe he didn't have to worry as much.
❝It's good to see someone like me who's trying their paw at it. . . I figure it's not too bad, for our first time,❞ he replied finally. Then he stopped, thinking over the last part of her sentence. What did he want to be called by her?
Normally, everyone called him Death or Lobo. But. . it didn't seem appropriate for something like this. Even Muerte sounded a bit strange and he wasn't sure if it was the best use of it. However, he wasn't entirely confident in her using his own name, just yet at least. So. . . he'd just go with the one that didn't sound that bad.
❝Muerte is fine,❞ he answered with a nod, ❝I. . . have a lot of different names, thanks to the cultures I interact with. I have a long history, as you probably do yourself. But. . . I don't think I need to bore you with that. After all, ¿Por qué debería desperdiciar una larga historia en alguien tan hermoso? (Why should I waste a long story on someone so beautiful?).❞
Following that, the wolf winked at her and raised an eyebrow. Something in him told him he should attempt that sort of thing, but he didn't know why. It just felt natural and it felt. . . strangely good, to him.
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