That is- an interesting language. Ravirn's never heard it before, but then it clicks that it may be true the other way around, too.

And oh no.

Oh no this has wonderful potential.

Ravirn has to force himself to not immediately take advantage of this; still, he can't help but grin, tilting his head. Given time and he could probably translate it, write up a quick program to help him speak it too with Melchior's help; but the webgoblin is securely in his pack for now, and would more than likely yell at him for pulling him out. As well as falling.

(He really needs to spellhack a bluetooth or something so they're not so far apart. The webgoblin more than makes up for their lack of communication when he can speak, but Ravirn misses their back-and-forth banter more than he should.)

"Right, so..." He pulls his hands back, rubbing them together briefly in thought. First things first, and he firmly tells himself he can have his fun later. "Ravirn," he declares, patting himself on the chest. "Ra-virn. How about you?" he adds, gesturing towards the...well, whatever it calls itself.