Aeron's face didn't change as she answered, his eyes still watching her with the same intent focus only a curious child could perfect. When she challenged what he had said, he raised his chin, looking as if he were preparing for an argument, before he lowered his head in acceptance. 
"I hope you catch the bastard." Aeron said. 
"Ey, language." Zeke chided, though his tone was more relaxed. Really, Aeron had heard far worse, and Zeke was relieved that was the word he'd chosen to repeat. 

With a shrug, Aeron turned around and grabbed a few of the marked pieces of too to put into their respective piles. Zeke glanced Kire over again, his gaze lingering on her face, before he looked away again. "Heard you're having yourself enchanted so you look different." He said. "Maybe then looking at you won't be so bad."