[When he finally looks at Seishirou, the guardedness from before is gone, like a veil that has been discarded as useless-- his eyes still blazing with a mix of anger and something else (guilt, fear, awed surprise).
He nods, slowly, as though his name on that language is a call he can't resist. A strange, white glow envelopes his skin as the scales appear once more, this time staying, most prominently on his cheeks and around his eyes - and as the glow fades, it's easy to see the scales are pure white.]
How do you know my name? [There's slight surprise in his tone, expecting only that this hunter would be like all the others; only after him because of his rarity, because of the price of his scales - knowing nothing.]