Emory smiled gently as he answered her question, his eyes holding a sort of reminiscent, thoughtful look as he spoke, staring off past her. Somehow she found herself unable to look away as he spoke and she studied his face, and his voice, with a small smile lingering on her lips. "<span style="font-style: italic">You don't need to apologize, Prometheus.</span>" She replied with an even more gentle voice than usual. "<span style="font-style: italic">She sounds beautiful.</span>" She added with a gentle smile, leaning back in her chair and looking up at the ceiling, her eyes wavering with a hint of uncertainty.<br/><br/>"<span style="font-style: italic">Did I ever feel that way, I wonder?</span>" She mused with a soft voice. "<span style="font-style: italic">That feels... so very long ago, and he's...</span>" Her words trailed off and she shook her head, smiling despite the tears that lingered behind her eyes. She brushed away the memories and smiled at him. "<span style="font-style: italic">Do you think you ever will?</span>" She asked, referring to his comment that he'd never had the chance to court anyone else. She guessed that he wouldn't, since the elves were gone and she thought it unlikely that he'd choose to date a human. She didn't know why she felt an odd hint of sadness somewhere inside at that thought. At the idea that there wasn't even a chance.<br/><br/>After asking about his hobbies, he paused for a second before he answered, saying he liked training, hiking, hunting, and he also enjoyed cooking, although many would say it was more a woman's job. She chuckled a bit at the latter. "<span style="font-style: italic">I suppose that would have been how people thought back then. Though, to be fair, even now there are still those who carry those old beliefs.</span>" She replied before her eyes widened when he spoke again, giving away that he had understood what she had spoken in her own language.<br/><br/>"<span style="font-style: italic">You understood that, huh?</span>" She laughed nervously, her face red as she rubbed the back of her neck, obviously rather flustered. Still, she didn't fully retract the words. "<span style="font-style: italic">Well... Yeah. I'm sure you probably don't slay dragons. Something else, perhaps?</span>" She added with a playful smile, despite the redness that lingered in her cheeks.<br/><br/>She tilted her head a bit when he asked a few questions of his own. She was about to answer his first two questions when he asked another, this time in a dialect she didn't really understand. She caught a few words that were the same, but the majority of it was lost to her. 'If it....you.... me?' was about the extent of what she understood. These few words, unfortunately, didn't give her much of a clue as to what he was asking. "<span style="font-style: italic">I don't know what that means...</span>" she replied softly, her eyes staring into his, momentarily unable to escape that look in his eyes.<br/><br/>What did it mean? Why was he looking at her like that? That fiery look. Those smoldering eyes. Why? Her eyes lingered on his for a moment longer, searching them, before she finally looked down, the faintest hint of pink coloring her cheeks. "Honestly... If you look at me like that, you're gonna get my hopes up." she almost whispered the words.<br/><br/>After a short time she pulled herself together and looked up, past him, staring thoughtfully at the wall, "<span style="font-style: italic">To answer your questions, I... Of course I do. Who doesn't want to find their true love, if such a thing exists? I want to believe it does, and that I'll find it one day.</span>" She answer, her gaze shifting to him. "<span style="font-style: italic">One day I will probably settle down and have a family, assuming I do find someone. It's hard to imagine myself settling down, but I think I'd like to, when the time is right, with the right person. If that makes sense?</span>" She smiled lightly.<br/><br/>"<span style="font-style: italic">As for hobbies, I have a few. I like running, hiking, exploring, going on adventures. I also love to read, as I'm sure you've gathered. I like to learn new things, especially about different places and cultures, including languages. I also love to cook, I love listening to and playing music, and I love meeting new people.</span>" She listed a few things. "<span style="font-style: italic">That's a few of them, anyways. I like a lot of things. I really don't like sitting around, doing nothing, and being bored.</span>" She smiled.<br/><br/>She paused for a moment, thinking before speaking again. "<span style="font-style: italic">Is there anything you particularly dislike?</span>" She asked, tilting her head curiously, obviously interested in learning more about him.