Cryptic again. He didn’t say a word until she mentioned a watering can. It would get him away from her at least and he might even find something in there that could help him later. “No problem.” He said as he stood. He’d noticed the look but he didn’t comment on it. In his own time while her back was turned he’d studied her, well appraised her figure as well.<br/><br/>He went to find the watering can. It wasn’t as far as he had thought and was glad to see there was water nearby to fill it with. He put the water in until it dripped from the end knowing it was full enough. Though he was not really dressed for it he began to water some of the plants around the place that looked like they needed it. Slowly he’d made his way back to the table though it took him longer than he’d thought possible.<br/><br/>There were a few more places to fill up the can and he was thankful he didn’t have to walk all the way back to do it. As he neared the table he saw a few other butterflies. One of them landed on his shoulder. He looked at it from the corner of his eye and smiled. He didn’t brush it away or blow at it just went about his work as if it wasn’t there at all. He continued to water the plants. All the ones that needed it and when he was done he went back to the table. The watering can had been put back in its rightful place and not once did he find anything helpful to him at all.<br/><br/>When he took his seat again he crossed his fingers and leaned forward on the table looking at her intently. “Was I supposed to learn anything while doing that? Something about the wickedness of my ways or did you just want a watering boy?” His mood had improved slightly but he was still a little bitter. “I think I might get what you meant before but I still don’t understand how that pertains to what I am doing here.”