Yes, sweetling. [ He replied fondly, patiently, though he didn't explain that it was a combination of 'sweetheart' and 'fledgling' because he felt it was obvious. ] Your name sounds Russian, perhaps from the Ukraine, but your accent is North American. [ It was less of a question and more like he was musing out loud, trying to figure the boy out. ]

Ah... [ Thinking was momentarily paused as the young one invaded his space, though he wasn't adverse to it. He bent down slightly to bring his face closer to the boy's, his voice low and intimate. Silky and Spanish accent heavy. ]

Perhaps we could. But first, tell me, who do you belong to?