Mute had noticed her cool tempertured smile and had chosen to ignore it. He felt her gaze on him but he'd taken to having his eyes closed. So didn't realize it wasn't his face she was looking at now. He was honestly rather shy about his appearance. Not shy as in oh my god I'm a virgin dont' touch me. More as shy as in if I let you close you could end up dead...type of shy. He had lusts and needs...he just had EXTREMELY strong control and an iron grasp upon them.<br/><br/>He merely nodded his head. She had a beautiful laugh. He doesn't open his eyes though. "Your laugh is beautiful. Like soft morning bells  ringing early on a spring day." he says. "Then again...that is just my opinion." he shrugs it off. And just relaxes. "I see..." he says nothing further as in that really didn't matter to him at the moment. He liked this privacy that no patrolling officers allow him. Swordmaking with cops around would NOT go over to well.<br/><br/>He opens his eyes. His lashes long and full. Seemed to fit his features perfectly. He had facial features supermodels kill and have surgery on themselves trying to achieve it. Even then they never get anywhere near as close as this. His eyes having opened like straight out of a japanese anime film zone in on her. "............" he says nothing. "There is no such thing as perfection. Perfection can only be achieved if one is trying. And even then only if one strives for it themselves." he pauses.<br/><br/>"I on the other hand...are doing neither of those things." he says honestly. He looks at her and shakes his head. "I am what I am Sarah. I can not and will not...change that fact for anyone or anything." he smiles a tiny bit. "You would think so wouldn't you?" he looks at her. Capturing her gaze with his own. "You would need to have a reason for existing wouldn't you? Kind of hard to feel out of place...when you have no destination that IS in place." he points out.