[ Titus, at least, appreciates Richard's attention, and brings the stick back for more every time, tail wagging furiously enough that his hindquarters go along for the ride. When the Talon's arm raises he jumps, bracing his legs against the snow, and when the stick is thrown he takes off, kicking up fresh powder. ]

I've yet to see an animal too big to play fetch. I bet she could have.

[ Elephants had those long trunks for a reason. He thinks they would be very good at playing fetch. ]

Speaking of-- [ Casual, like he hadn't prompted this topic in the first place. Damian tucks his hands into his coat pockets, shoulders hunching slightly against the cold, and frowns up at the clear sky, squinting against the sun. ] --Haly's Circus. I've been looking into it the past few weeks.

[ Understatement. Damian's been absorbed in researching it - the circus itself, the incident with the Flying Graysons, trying to understand how Richard got tangled up with the Court in the first place. There were a few leads beginning to pan out, and he's sure his father knows more than he's saying, but he doesn't know as much as he'd like.

He glances at the other boy, serious; he can never really be called hesitant, or shy, or uncertain, because Damian's strongest characteristic is his boldness, but there are moments when he takes the time to think before he speaks. Where the weight of his words is carefully considered before it is dropped.

It's easier for him to say hurtful things than it is to be gentle. ]

I have news, both good and bad. If you wish to hear it.