"The Wolf?" says Lev, and then realisation dawns. "Right. Yes, the wolf. The one what almost mauled me?" They grin at Jean, hoping it's clear that's meant to be a light-hearted joke. They're sorely wishing they had any kind of social script for this sort of situation. They feel decidedly out of their depth.
But as to the Madam that Jean mentions—
"What was her name in her previous life?" says Lev, softly. "I have reasons of mine own to not use the name she acquired later. I mean, like. It's what I wished to talk to thee about. Thou know'st, what her latter-day name means, yes?"
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"The Wolf?" says Lev, and then realisation dawns. "Right. Yes, the wolf. The one what almost mauled me?" They grin at Jean, hoping it's clear that's meant to be a light-hearted joke. They're sorely wishing they had any kind of social script for this sort of situation. They feel decidedly out of their depth.
But as to the Madam that Jean mentions—
"What was her name in her previous life?" says Lev, softly. "I have reasons of mine own to not use the name she acquired later. I mean, like. It's what I wished to talk to thee about. Thou know'st, what her latter-day name means, yes?"