He hated this all, hated showing her he was broken! No, he'd be the monster everyone saw him as. Well... To him it was more of- he was a giant jerk. Reaching out he took the napkin, dapping his eyes lightly before turning from her. Not wanting to look at her.<br/><br/>Being told those had been poisons, made the male feel sick. Used. How come he lived? That was a better question.  Why did he live?  Maybe it was what he was that prevented the poisons from killing him? He didn't know... But when offered a way that would possibly work best he held out his hand. He had no idea if it would work, "You can try- as to the winds... Ignore them.... It's my magic."