He looks at her. He'd been thinking the same thing. Born a pureblood he did grow up. At least until he reaches the age 25. Then he would cease to age. He looks at her. "I was thinking the same thing as you." he says honestly. "Hmm? Something like what?" he asks in confusion. He smiles a bit. She was a smart one. "No. I am not." he says honestly.<br/><br/>Looking at her. Watching her finish the water. "Yes." he says simply. Pulling out of the shadows.(he can manipulate shadows and as such stored said rose within them for safe keeping) He hands the rose to her. "I told you I would retrieve it for you. I am a man of my words." he says softly. "You remind me of a little girl I would play with a long time ago. Had her hair in two pigtails or a single braid most of the time."