Scif still felt her looking him over like some sort of science experiment. It was more than slightly unnerving. It was VERY unnerving. He watched her open her mouth to talk to him. Most likely for the fact he had quite blantly and openly defied her request. In front of others nonetheless. Truth was...he couldn't care less about what her opinion of his refusal was. He said what he meant. And he'd meant what he'd said.<br/><br/>He blinks watching her eyes go from exploringly observing to wide and shock filled. Why was she shocked? He hadn't yet realized his ears were showing. He blinks and feels her amazement. Damn empathy. It wasn't easy having all forms of psychic powers at ones disposal. Expecially since said powers were opinionated and did what they felt like...well certain ones anyways. Like Empathy. He bites his lip as she inhaled sharply.<br/><br/>Then he noticed her gaze. Following it to his ears. He pales and quickly covers his ears with his hair once more. Biting his lip and looking around with panicked fear. Which he quickly masked. His parents had said those outside the village hated and feared what wasn't normal. Would he now be hated and feared? He hoped not. He hadn't done anything that would deem such a response towards him necessary.<br/><br/>He watches her again. "You know it is rather rude not to introduce yourself. Expecially after someone actually introduced themselves without being asked to do so." he points out. Staring at her with a look that clearly stated his lack of convincement at her statements about the armored people...guards she called them...not being rude again. Rather doubted it. He shrugs. "You can apologize for them. Doesn't mean anything unless they themselves give a genuine apology. You can't apologize for another and expect it to count for anything. Less they are unable to apologize for themselves. Then the situation is different."<br/><br/>He points this out. Watching her staring at him again. Why did she keep looking him over like he was some sort of exotic gem that was of rare and flawless quality? He hides the shiver of nervousness that shot through him. Well as best as he could anyways. He stares at her. His eyes wide and filled with timid nervous fear yet also intense curiousity and defience. They all seemed at war within his eyes for control of the eye expression.<br/><br/>He blinks. "Court? What is a court?" he asks in utter confusion. Looking at her suspiciously at the staying here part. Then his expression changed to one of interest and curiousity. Intrigue was written across his face. "Hmmm..." he thinks. He though clearly wanted to say yes. It was written over every feature and part of his being. It was etched across his features like a figurative flag. He thinks. "Well...okay. But I am not bowing, scrapping, or tip toeing around anyone. And I will not do something my mind and myself deems unimportant, unnecessary, unvalid, or any other such thing." he says honestly.<br/><br/>"I do what I deem fit for the situation. And I am not going to be ordered around." he says stubbornly. Looking up at her. "That said...sure. I'll stay here. It sounds like this place holds a lot to tell. A lot of informatio for me to learn about the world. Which is why I left my out in the middle of nowhere village in the first place."