Given that he was shirtless Ylrid had expected things to be a but more awkward than they were on her end, and yet somehow she kept her cool. It was a testament to Eira's ability to focus on the task at hand and more important matters. He had noticed the pause in her conversation when she talked about the attraction and then the stories of her mother. To say the least he wasn't surprised, and he showed none.<br/><br/>Of course he didn't exactly know her mother, nor her father all that well so her specific case was lost to him, but either way he smelled an opportunity to attempt to help her find out what she was capable of. "Those are some interesting things to note my lady. I did sleep well, hard, though my dreams were..." he drifted off, forgetting his words entirely, something quite out of character for Ylrid to do. Then all of the sudden he picked back up, "and it all depends as to the situation for the form I sleep in. Both can achieve excellent rest, but this form uses more energy if I use my magic as opposed to when I am in my dragon form."<br/><br/>Ylrid grabbed a green tunic from his bag and tossed it over his head. "I have an idea, you go write your letter while I get some breakfast, and then I need you to meet me in the forest just south of Lord Bennington's estate. Give me about two hours and I will have an idea for how we start to find out how special you are."