When she asked if he thought he would ever find love, he tilts his head a bit, though shakes his head softly.<span style="font-style: italic">"No...most likely not. There are none of my kind left."</span>For the slightest of seconds he saw some sort of sadness flicker in her eyes as if she was thinking of something...that had to do with what he had said. When he'd said the last bit in his home tongue, just as he'd thought, she didn't understand what he had said. She had a confused expression on her face as she gazed at him, trying to figure out what he had said to her, and even telling him that she didn't know what it meant. All he responded with was a teasing smile and that same smoldering look. She looks flustered by this as if the way he was looking at her was affecting her somehow.<br/><br/>After a moment though she continues on, though the faint red that had appeared by his gaze at her remained on her cheeks. He immediately found that she liked a whole lot of things, and knew that his thoughts of her were spot on. She was an adventurous type, she and Wednesday, even Aeolius, would get along so very well. Maybe, one day, the three of them would be able to meet. He could see her being very happy about that. But until they found a way to wake Wednesday, he wasn't sure they ever would be able to have that happen. And her answer of love...well, he hoped she found the right one. Love was a precious gift, and not to be handled lightly, even in the Elven culture it was held in high regard. In fact, once a couple came together, they were bound for life, such was it so precious of a connection. Even more precious was having children, something that did not often happen. Children were considered sacred in the Elven world...such was their rarity.<br/><br/>He gives her a smile and nods after a moment.<span style="font-style: italic">"It seems you like a lot of things...But that is always good."</span>A soft chuckle escapes him, though when she goes on to ask if there were anything that he disliked, the smile slides off his lips like butter on a hot knife. Glancing away, he gets a darkened looked in his eyes, a frown forming on his lips, and his brows meeting slightly, furrowing gently.<span style="font-style: italic">"There is...not much I do not like...but I can name three."</span>He turns his eyes on her at that point, sadness mixing in with his expression.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"War. Death."</span>He takes a deep breath, and continues on, his voice brittle as he says the third.<span style="font-style: italic">"And time."</span>He forces a smile on his lips, trying to get rid of the scary look on his face.<span style="font-style: italic">"I've lost count of the days I've lived, lost track of the time that has gone by, the years that fly past me...the world that changes, while I remain forever unchanged. Seasons come and go, things are born, they live their life, and then they die. And me? I just continue...on a path that winds and twists, but never ends."</span>He rubs his palm across his cheek, sighing softly.<span style="font-style: italic">"Sometimes...sometimes it is hard being immortal..."</span>He says this in a softer voice, before clearing his throat a bit. He didn't want to think too much longer on it, and shakes his head.<span style="font-style: italic">"I am sorry about that. I thought I would be okay talking about it, but it seems I'm not at that point..."</span><br/><br/>He stands then and picks up his empty cup, and half empty plate, crossing the floor and placing them in the naturally made sink. Right as he does, water enters the basin, a bubbly substance forming, as the magic in the house got right to work washing away the grime from the dishes. A soft chuckle escapes his throat, glad to see that the spells were still going strong, even after all this time. Glancing over his shoulder, he looks to Emory.<span style="font-style: italic">"What was it that you were planning to do here?"</span>He thought maybe she should get done what she needed at the house first before they went out exploring the woods.