The male wiggled and put his hands on his knees as he watched her. She was shy, so was he but what was making him happy was she didn't care for what he looked like. Glyph was glad she didn't care - if she did anyway. Not many had seen who and what he was. Though he blinked when she said she watched his house. He pursed his lips together and stood moving to the fire place and looked around before it suddenly lit up. He held up his hands and sighed, "I hardly get people who want to see me... Some... some come, but only to give me things because I don't go outside... I can't in the sun... thank you for coming..." he then moved a rack and set a pot of water over the fire and walked over to her. His figure was lit up more now.<br/><br/>Glyph's figure was slender, pale, and a little built, he looked so tired and sick despite he was an albino. His face shown kindness despite the dead look, even his claws looked less scary, "Want some tea... or hot chocolate?" he asked as he went to the phonograph and put in a classical music cylinder and played it. The music was turned down so it was soft, like a gentle echo. It was a recording of piano music. The cat was before the fire sleeping, "I ho-hope your mother won-won't worry."