Bendic smirked back at Juliet. His mind was already processing her gift and her story. Bendic found himself intrigued by this girl. And it was more than her gift, he was surprised to realise. A slight tinge of red which would be invisible on any but an albino could be seen on his face. "Well, I don't need to be a farseer to realise that," he managed to get out without stuttering. He was both amazed and terrified at himself for saying it.<span style="font-style: italic">Stupid!</span>It was the first girl - as in, ever - he'd ever had a conversation with that lasted longer than fifteen awkward seconds. It was getting to him, the otherwise so calm observer.<br/><br/>He had to calm down. He couldn't muck this up, not when he finally met another gifted person. He couldn't try to take it back - that'd just be even more clumsy.<span style="font-style: italic">Oh, God.</span>He really was blushing, now. He made a loud cough. "Well, I suppose I am special, too, what with my albinism and whatnot." His attempt at redirecting the conversation was pathetic at best, but it<span style="font-style: italic">might</span>serve a purpose.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Please don't read too much into it, please don't read too much into it...</span>