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The gentleman took time to toil over his answer. He didn't really know how exactly to answer Aeron's question. One part of his mind was telling him to be vague in his answer, because why did she need to know about the business between family. Though she was a pack member, and Io's mate, so Galileo's good side emerged. 'I wish to speak with Io to apologise'. He didn't go into great detail when answering, his expression remaining plainface and stoney.
He simply nodded when he was provided with a name. Names didn't matter. The arguement before hand had secure that philosophy in Galileo's mind. Drumming his finger on top of his cane, a frown marred Galileo's face. Another answer came that he could not answer clearly, with a subtle sigh he gave yet another vague answer, 'I'm Galileo Gray'. His tone was if he expected Aeron to understand everything from an unclear answer.
Galileo finally noted the scent of the woman's pups and with a eyebrow raised in amusement, merely at the way this woman was dressed and then the fact she was dragging round young puppies. A swift breeze swept a fringe lock of dark hair across the gentleman's eyeline and with a regal stroke he replaced it.
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