The male stood and stretched looking to her and chuckled. Then he understood something, why she didn't mind his eyes. She liked the color red, he was proud. Standing closer to her he answered with a nod, "I like white, and I like mythology... especially about the Fire-bird and Shape-shifters." Spectre then saw her tired expression and tapped her shoulder, "You are t-ti-tired?" he asked as he blinked and hoped she was alright. If she was tired he was going to take her home.