Aluren merely kept his silence for several moments as she questioned his desire. His eyes slowly closed, his smooth voice speaking in the most definite way he could. “I have been within that castle, alone many years. Night and day were but the same thing to be, the world matters not when all you can see is what you create. You’re the only one I have seen that still exists when I open my eyes after all these years… that is something to hold onto, if even for a few hours.” He hesitated, eyelids fluttering before he forced them open, again looking upon the girl with a stern expression.<br/><br/>At least somewhat satisfied, he took it upon himself to sit across from Isabella, pressing his back against the wall before slowly slumping down into a sitting position. Reclining his head back, he once more closed his eyes, his voice holding a bitterness that wasn’t much different than when he had first met the dragoness. “The witch is a terrible demoness, defiled the outskirts of this forest to make her own little nest. Many children and maidens were kidnapped in the middle of the night before the curse, and we had always expected it to be her. You cannot find her if such is your goal, the woods do not obey the laws from which we understand… she is a hunter and I am certain she will find us.”<br/><br/>Finally, he smiled at this before opening one eye to take in the beauty of the dragoness before him, she was almost angelic in appearance to him, similar to the goddesses that were worshipped or at least how he always imagined them. “She will be interested in you, I am sure… You surely don’t come off as a harlot, and the more innocent the better. Though she will fail.”