[ briefly, he finds himself holding his breath as he waits for her to reply, schooling his features back to something more neutral and relaxing his shoulders without ruining his pose too much. he's blinking back the sunlight spilling over his face when she speaks again, his gaze gravitating back to her. it sounds like an apology, but as far as he's concerned, it's an unnecessary one. ]

Mal was looking out for you. Who am I to fault him for filling your head with tales of me? I imagine I occupy quite a bit of space in most people's minds. [ he grins again at the nickname, suddenly feeling like a child once more. ] Honestly, Alina, you'd be surprised. The type of novelty I am can only be fully handled by a select group of remarkable people. I choose to take that as a compliment to my exquisite and unique personality, but trust me when I say there have been many a despairing day in the Lantsov household over my particular brand of difficult.

[ it made for a frustrating and lonely boyhood — until dominik. and he feels that same sense of companionship here, with alina, where he dares to believe that she can not only understand him, but perhaps even enjoys the particular oddities of his friendship. ]

Sobachka. That was my nickname growing up. It means puppy. I dare say you have me entirely figured out. [ his grin widens around a chuckle. ] My mother hated it. Said it made me sound like a mongrel. I hope you're noticing the trend of things my family hates but I enjoy. When can I see this painting? I think I deserve a peek.