The last thing that Pan was expecting was flirtation on the Wolf's part; so when it came he was momentarily speechless (somthing that didn't often happen to Pan). The question of whether or not the other boy could still keep him wasn't even a question in Pan's mind. In many ways Pan was like a puppy, always willing to follow someone home if there was even the slightest possibility of a pat on the head and a warm place to sleep. Pan was perhaps what some would call 'easy', but he did have certain standards. In the end he had always felt like he was the one in control, like he made the ultimate decision about where, when and how he would be with someone. Perhaps it was naive on his part, but he hadn't been hurt yet.

Tennessee. Yeah, now that he heard the name out loud he remembered having heard it before. The comment concerning Wolf caused Pan a hearty laugh. He'd been around Wolf only a few times and though he seemed nice he seemed just about as straight-laced as Fox. Jed seemed to fit into the same category even more so now that he used to. Between the war and him having to become leader, Jed had changed a lot according to Pan's perception. Although Pan had more or less left Jed alone since he'd been allowed to return to the tribe, he missed the horrible jokes he used to play on their oh-so-serious manly-man leader. "You're probably spot on about that. I'm sure I know several people who've had to resort to the same."

Pan wasn't sure who Tennessee was talking about at first, but for some reason the name Pussy Willow told him that Tennessee had to be talking about Peri. He nodded and ran a hand through his hair, "You can call me Pan...or Mr. Pretty," he hissed a laugh, "It's Peri I think you're talking about." He turned his gaze from Tennessee's work to look up the river for a moment. "I've never really had trouble with nicknames, seeing as I've more or less always been called by one." It was mostly because the people he'd hung out with before the virus usually went by nicknames instead of their real names anyway, and also because at a very young age the child service people had started calling him Pan. Either way, he'd always had a made up name. Will Sharsby was a name created and chosen for him by the first orphanage that he was left at, so he'd never had a real name.

He shook his head. Although he pretended that his history didn't bother him, his lack of grounding connection to anything had always been a driving issue in his life. He didn't want to think about that now, and in an effort to change the subject a little he looked back over his shoulder and spoke to Tennessee's earlier comments, "About keeping me...all you have to do is ask." He tossed the hair from his eyes with a dramatic wink and charming laugh.