He turned his head to look at her. His lip turned up into a smile; she didn't hate him. His heart lept for joy at hearing this. He exhaled a little when she pondered why she was there. Should he tell her? Or should he let her figure it out on her own? At the mention of his transformation he turned over, leaning on his arm using his elbow as support to face her. "It's painful. Very painful. I can hardly explain how much it hurts, but think of your bones shattering into pieces and reforming, growing longer each time the sun comes up and shorter when it goes down. It's agony..."<br/><br/>He gazed straight into her eyes. Such pretty eyes. They seemed so sad though, he wanted in all his power to make them shine happily. But how could he get that to happen without telling her directly what was wrong with him? 'Well, here is goes...' "I was a fool, many years ago. I insulted an enchantress, and she is the reason I'm stuck like this... no, I'M the reason..." He sighed before continuing, "My servants were cursed too. They can't leave this place. I can, but who would want to converse with a monster? That's why, when I 'met' your father, at mention of you, I wanted to see you... Yes, it's for my own selfish reasons but...." He stopped there, unable to continue.