Trent felt rather guilty, especially when the adorable boy began to speak, still calling him 'mister'. Trent didn't really think he deserved to be called a mister, but he wasn't about to object. Even after giving his name, the little boy still called him such. He probably had good caretakers, teaching him all those manners and all. Trent should've known that homes were like dens, and he should've taken more time to smell the place. All of Cour des Miracles was drenched in the King's scent, so it was hard for Trent to determine which was his home, unlike that of others. It was one of the reasons he'd messed up, but still, it shouldn't be an excuse. He shouldn't have.
Still rather embarrassed and feeling submissive even though he was facing one of the pack's pups, Trent smiled a forced smile. Ah... Yes, it is.
If he couldn't make himself feel less guilty, then the least he could do was pretend that he didn't know better and had gotten lost to redeem himself in the eyes of the youngster, Skoll. I was just looking for uh, stuff, but I don't really know which... How to get it. How did you get all of this?
Trent glanced around the house a moment, then looked at Skoll, avoiding eye contact with the boy.