"Ha! A man of taste." He winked at the bad joke, knowing what he was saying. A little bit of discomfort twisted in his gut at being so pleasant so soon with someone, but nevertheless he enjoyed it. It was nice to have someone interested in his companions. Too many people thought of wasps and beetles as disgusting.

Regardless of his discomfort, he stepped away from the man eater and gestured for the other to follow. There didn't seem to be anything else out in this little slice of the suburb but snow and dark, so he wasn't too fussed about attacks. He'd keep his ears pricked for untoward noises.

"I'm the one that named him," he explained, "so I'm pleased to meet a like minded soul. My co-workers named the dames. Well, except Virosa. She was another of mine."