It seemed to him that she was a bit surprised that he had asked her such a question, and for a few seconds he quietly scolded himself for saying such a thing. Maybe his own kind was okay with that sort of thing, but he should have known that another race, another species, might have different morals or ways of thinking, ways of asking questions. He knew that even amongst his own kind, in the Elvish world, the etiquette and mannerisms differentiated greatly between the different clans. Though secretive, the FireFox tribe were bolder, strong in their beliefs of being open and iron-willed. Even the women and children were known to have a warrior spirit, and some would say that the females were probably the scariest to be seen angry. He sure would have to agree, as his mother was quite the monster when riled up.<br/><br/>But after a moment she spoke, saying that it was alright. He sighs softly, and smiles a bit more, feeling, if not more than just a little, relieved. For a second there he thought he'd pushed a boundary, as he knew little of the ways of human, just as she knew very little of the ways of Elven kind. Yes, she may have read about them in books, but there was much she would not have found out, especially of his tribe, which held secrecy high above the rest. There were documentations, but of course, they had been hidden well, and from what he could see, they still have not been found.<br/><br/>She goes on to say that she did not have anyone special, and he nods. So, she was like him in a way. He was a little surprised she said this, as she seemed to be such a nice person. Caring, even tempered, entertaining, open minded, and pretty much a decent individual. How she had not found someone to be hers was beyond his imagining, but he kept those thoughts in his mind, and out of his mouth. It was probably not that she couldn't, but that she chose not to. When she goes on to ask him the same question, the warmth of his smile fades slightly, but not in a sad way...more like melancholic and a little bittersweet. A soft chuckle escapes his lips as he turned slightly, staring off over Emory's shoulder into the distance, almost as if reminiscing about something, a doleful, yet thoughtful look in his eye.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"If I did, it was...such a long time ago. I was so young then..."</span>He absently reaches up and runs his fingers through his hair at the side of his head, the silken threads falling gently as they pass. His eyes narrow, as if trying to remember.<span style="font-style: italic">"So much time has passed, I can barely even remember her face...I do not think I could even begin to recall her name... If I try, I can pick out things about her, small...details. She had...long blonde hair which she always had in a braid, though bits and pieces would always fall out, and her eyes were...a light gray blue...Cloud eyes..."</span>He closes his own eyes, shaking his head. He could barely remember, and could only just make out what her voice had sounded like... Sighing softly, he opened his eyes again and smiled a bit at Emory.<span style="font-style: italic">"Sorry. I was still so young when that had happened, and so much time has passed since then that I've forgotten. It was young love, and nothing serious, if that is what you mean. And it's alright, I do not mind. Ever since then, I never had the chance to court any others."</span>He smiles at her to show her that her question had not hurt him in any way, nor was it too personal.<br/><br/>After a moment of silence, she goes on to ask a bit more broad questions, if he had hobbies or if there was anything he enjoyed doing. Was he into cooking or reading. And then saying something in the human language. And Prometheus thought it was a bit...odd. Though he kept that to himself, but couldn't help the small smirk on his lips, and raising an eyebrow at her words. He had to think for a moment, was there anything he considered a hobby? He liked plenty, but it was pretty vague. After a second, he speaks up, his voice choosy about what he said.<span style="font-style: italic">"I guess you could say my hobbies are training, going on hikes in the mountains, and hunting...I also could say I enjoy cooking, though many would say that's more of a female's job..."</span>He grins a bit, chuckling softly while scratching the tip of his finger against his forehead.<br/><br/>He too then gets a little bit of a spark in his eyes, and the grin grows.<span style="font-style: italic">"As for 'slaying dragons' while looking...dreamy...I am not so sure about that."</span>He laughs a bit, before going on, watching her expressions change. No doubt she would be a bit shocked that he'd managed to understand what she had said. He was sure she had said it in human like she had was to hide what she said...which made him a little confused as to why. He doesn't think on it too long, instead, moves onto asking her a couple of questions of his own.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"You say you have no one you hold close to your heart...but do you think of it? I mean, will you ever choose to settle down with anyone, and start a family? Or will you choose to stay solitary? Ah...And, do you have hobbies, and things that YOU like to do?"</span>He pauses, and pulls something like she did, though this time speaking in the dialect of FireFox, so she would, most likely, not understand a thing he said. "Afi -yes renwe blesipos, wal tye cil- ne?" He looks at her directly, eyes smoldering in that way of his, a fiery look that only he could pull off.