Ranuk tilted his head curiously at Tamlin. For whatever reason he began to stink of embarrassment and guilt, though Ranuk could not imagine why. Regardless, he wasnt about to ask. Then Tamlin complimented him. Ranuk was not a fool, he knew he spoke it poorly and his voice was not beautiful. He wondered why Tamlin felt the need to lie about it, but he wasnt going to ask about that either. Instead he stared intently as Tamlin began to sign at him.<br/><br/>There were a few differences between demon sign and elf sign, and Tamlin was stiff with it, not as nuanced as a practiced speaker, but for the most part Ranuk could understand him.<br/><br/>It was quite brave how Tamlin continued to look Ranuk in the eyes. Most demons avoided such things since locking eyes indicated a challenge and very, very few ever wanted to challenge Ranuk. He knew Tamlin was not, nothing in his posture or scent indicated he wanted to fight or dominate the demon and yet he continued to look Ranuk directly in his wintry gaze.<br/><br/>It must be an elvin thing, though he wasnt sure if it was out of respect or politeness or some other reason. Whatever it was, it was obviously not easy for Tamlin, as he seemed to be deliberately forcing himself to do it each time.<br/><br/>He then asked how to pronounce Ranuk's name, which was surprisingly considerate of all things. Ranuk's tails flickered in interest, and he took a seat on the grass, curving his back to make himself smaller so that Tamlin did not have to strain his neck so far if he was determined to keep meeting Ranuk's eyes.<br/><br/>"Rrrraah-nuck," he enunciated. The R was rolled and it ended with a hard, click on the k. It sounded like a growl, a sigh, and then a cough in quick succession.