Orion nodded, accepting the simple answer as one with enough information. In a life such as his, Orion did not need much more in-depth answers than what was freely given. Their first meeting had shown Orion's unwillingness to step over someone's comfort zone. He waited patiently without the definitive 'must have' nature ever peeking through. Enough people had not waited to befriend a 'gypsy' boy and enough of his family had tried to shield him from outside forces that might like to collect a Phoenix, that Orion's ideas of social had become a relaxed 'whatever' state.
A laid-back smile graced his lips. "I think that's a right of passage at 16, if not earlier." Orion took the bottle back and drank more of the hot liquid. It reminded him so much of the juice he used in the fire-eating and breathing displays he did for the Cirque.
"Yeah. Uh, well... I've known him about... as long as I have been with the Cirque." Orion scratched his chin and laughed, handing her back the bottle once more. "Baba Violette has known him all of her very long life and Bitsy doesn't care if she meets you a second ago or years ago, you are immediately treated like an old friend."