He smirked at her short rant and her wandering and then her comment upon his "pacing" as he returned from the single trip to replace the sword on the shelf, having settled back into his cushion.He laughed as he watched her, blushing softly at his own laugh and leaving his gaze upon her.<br/><br/>"You seem to be the one so nervous, Taryn" he muttered softly as he observed her behavior. "I made a simple trip to replace something upon a shelf and you worry of my pacing...I would ask what bothers -you- so....is it the Hase? He is with the priestess. So long as he does not choose to attack her for some ungodly reason he will be in safe hands. she shares our herbs with him to relax his tension and open diplomatic discussion without any rampant emotions to muddy the issues.."<br/><br/>He looked over her quietly and stood. He approached and smiled softly. "Your elders were obviously incorrect of our kind as you can plainly see. We could easily use the weapons of your kind..we have unbridled access to them through the ruins of your old society. We choose our way because it is more honorable..it takes more skill than a depression of a button or pull of a trigger..." he explained as he settled onto a cushion closer to her, wanting to have unobstructed view of her at all times.<br/><br/>Throughout her words of primitiveness and of how obsolete their kind and their weapons were he had kept a soft disposition with her, never raising his voice, never showing a glint of distaste or anger. His eyes always remained poised and kind. He had a patience that he knew would be necessary for someone who has lived behind those walls to learn truths of the kind they discriminate against.