ʀᴀғᴇ ᴀúʟʟᴀ ᴀ ʟᴀ sᴏᴍʙʀᴀ ᴅᴇ (maginus) wrote in repose,
It wasn't every day that Rafe got the opportunity to flirt with an attractive woman, especially one so amicable and open as Oona. "That's what I've heard," he responded easily and with another one of those smiles that she seemed to approve of. The wolf was amused by the exchange, and intrigued as well, even if (were it capable of having a conversation in words) it would have denied it later. Rafe listened as she repeated his name, getting a taste for it and testing it out, and he noticed the way she did her very best to mimic the same accent and inflection he had used himself. With a warm chuckle he said, "I look forward to that. And I'm holding you to it as well." She would get points for remembering it all, that was for sure. There were people who had known Rafe for years and still couldn't properly recall his full name.
"Emmi?" That wasn't a name he had heard often. "It's a nice name." Pretty, he thought, but that word (when spoken aloud, at least) never really did anyone or anything justice. "Where does that come from? Another relative?" It was entirely possible. He didn't know how naming customs worked in Ireland, or how strictly her family kept to them if they had lived away from their country of origin for a while, but he was curious.
The topic of horoscopes was one that shouldn't have surprised him in the least, and yet, to his shame, he found himself caught a little off guard by it. Not that he showed it. "Oh?" Narrowing his eyes a little he cocked his head subtly and asked, "It's that obvious, is it? Or are you just really good at guessing?" As well as inventing strange but surprisingly palatable ice cream flavours.