Every time he encountered a girl or woman, regardless of their age, it was always the same. They were far more susceptible to his natural—or perhaps unnatural—charms than men, despite him looking somewhat like a girl himself. Not that he wanted males to look at him like that, either. That would only make his already difficult life harder... and uncomfortable.
Still, he couldn't quite see the appeal of women fawning over his feminine features. His aunt, Ava, often acted this way too, and she was a big part of the reason why his black-silver hair had been kept at shoulder length. To be fair, his hair grew fast, so it made sense for her to keep it long. But the way women reacted to his beauty was still a mystery to him. Then again, he was only thirteen. There would be time to figure it out later in the future.
Shaking off those thoughts, he decided to change the subject. "So, Senior, what is this place?" he asked, trying to redirect the conversation.
