Thanatos can't help but laugh, charmed despite himself. (Well, not really despite himself. Gus knows how much he likes being told he's pretty.) "Thank you," he says, and the softness just stays there on him, and it's going to keep staying there, because for once in the time Gustavain has known him he doesn't feel the need to hide. "You're very pretty too. What's your name?"

It always seems rude to him, to ask who a construct belongs to, especially the ones who were more self-aware. He's not quite sure where the line is, when a creation is considered sentient or to have free will or what have you, but he knows if he were one he would absolutely resent the question. But hopefully it'll get answered sooner or later.