<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(204, 102, 255)">"Thou saw her... thou must have seen her face."</span>She forged ahead, deflecting his question with her own.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(204, 102, 255)">"May... may thou activate thyself once more?"</span>He was wise enough to know he had overstayed his welcome then. She was an enigma he wanted to unravel. Her speech, the dead girl, her power, all things he wanted to sleuth on and figure out their secrets. Part of his insatiable curiousity for knowledge, or perhaps he is as drawn to oddities as he was an oddity himself.<br/><br/>He would catch a cold in this rain if he stayed any longer like this.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(235, 107, 86)"> "I can show you," </span>He responded but then stood up.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(235, 107, 86)">"But where is the fun in that?"</span>He finished with a teasing smirk.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(235, 107, 86)">"You are free to approach me whenever you feel comfortable in doing so and ask me whatever is on your mind and I would be happy to oblige you. For now, get ready and get yourself someplace warm and dry lest you catch a cold. I'll see you tomorrow, Mystera."</span>He bid her goodbye, leaving her to digest what he just said with herself. He was intentional in stoking her curiousity and as well as cutting his time short because of their prior engagement with the nobility. He will be late to the party but late is better than never he supposed. It would not matter much with them anyway as the noble here was Ianice, not him. It suited him well to fly under their sphere of influence and attention.<br/><br/>He used his magic to began augmenting his body's temperature to offset the cold he was experiencing from the rain as he began to make his way back and towards the estate.