Mesaraih heard Ester voice her question and then pause. He felt a prickle in the back of his neck and knew she was looking at him. His body was bent down to pick up another rock to throw in the lake, so he slowly straightened himself out and turned around to face Ester.<br/><br/>She was looking at him with an expression that could have been distaste, confusion, or calculating. A smile began to form on Mesaraih's lips, which he pointed to. "Just this," he said, stooping down again to search for another rock. "I might also be a little surprised you let that slide from me, or didn't take it the wrong way. Anything beyond that I'm going to have to think about for a while."<br/><br/>He picked up a flat rock and was about to throw it, but noticed it was a deep shade of green and rather pretty. "We'll put a pin on it," he said, clearing a small patch free of rocks and placing the greenstone in the center of it.<br/><br/>Mesaraih put a hand over his chest, where the cool mist continued to soothe the burn of the cut. "I suppose I've made some headway into not being completely on your bad side, because this is divine," he said. "I'll try to keep it that way."<br/><br/>He took a moment to throw another rock into the lake, then another, before turning around again.<br/><br/>"Although I'm not very good at that," he said. He raised a finger to his lip and put on a thoughtful expression. "Ever put any thought into trivial things like what your favorite color is?"