'<span style="font-style: italic">Ja ometi nii paljud unustada valu ja alistuma kahetsust kõik sama</span>', Echo mused, though there was no humor to his tone. 'You are very<span style="font-style: italic">õilis, väike nõid</span>. Perhaps foolishly so, though I have yet to encounter anyone of such sporting character who I did not consider somewhat of a fool.' He smiled at her, the expression rather sugary. 'No offence.'<br/><br/>He chuckled lightly at her suggestion, the sound rumbling from his throat like the growl of an idling chainsaw. 'I think the notion of being seen associating with a person of Diomedes' interest is rather too daunting for most. He is well known for his cruelty. I have nothing to offer in return for a death sentence but my companionship, and even that is not of the most outstanding quality.'<br/><br/>He plucked one of the ornaments from it's position atop the cabinet to examine it closer, turning it about delicately in his fingers. 'I must agree; it can be rather uncomfortable when it is not there, and most hideous I imagine. Although I can't say I have ever taken the time to examine myself whilst in such a predicament' He smile split his face as he set the item back in it's arrangement, pulling his lips taunt until the complete sextet of anlace teeth were entirely exposed. 'Your eyes,' he said, turning to face her. 'I am not blind,<span style="font-style: italic"> väike nõid</span>, and I did notice them stray. Such beautiful<span style="font-style: italic">sinised</span>eyes are difficult to ignore, after all.' He plucked a second bauble from it's post, which he also considered with interest a moment, and set it back in place, before moving over to the coffee table and taking up the T.V Guide.<br/><br/>He'd never taken a shine to television; he had listened to human radio quite a bit back in 30s and 40s, but had lost interest in such things once television began to intrude. That wasn't to say nothing broadcasted via television didn't steal his intrigue every so often, and he began flipping absently through the pages of the booklet.<span style="font-style: italic">Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets</span>stood out most of all among the many titles, and Echo shook his head. 'Such<span style="font-style: italic">naeruväärne</span>fantasies these humans conjure up,' he murmured, folding the pages of the booklet shut and setting it back atop the coffee table. 'Do you have a wand?'