"Eat. Maybe over the course of the meal you shall all change your minds."<br/><br/>"What's to change?" He sat for a moment, simply staring at the man. "You honestly expect me to believe that you wish not for help, stating that, even as a group, we are incapable of championing the darkness that plunges us 'into the nine hells,' yet you so boldly wish to venture in alone?" His voice musical, it was evident it was more a point than an argument. "I know of elven pride and halfling boldness, pray tell, which of these so motivates you to your own doom?" He poked fun, his smile grew. His pale green eyes danced with a playful flicker, Noel wasn't one for pride, as many aos si. Human pride, or the pride of all mortal races was their ultimate undoing, it made them far too easy to prey upon, far too easy to trick.<br/><br/>Passing off his own question as rhetoric, his smile shifted to that of a warm, kind smile. He looked to the food, and smiled brightly. "I do hope you're as capable a chef as you are a battle-ready warrior." He jested, once more poking fun at the man. It was obvious in his tone that his jests were not derived of ill will, but instead a natural reaction to the pride the man exuded.