"Good morning," Phoenix said from a tree. He was laying on a branch, his view perfect of the bell tower above. "So you're an air nymph. I'm curious as to what you think I am?" he asked jumping down from the branch and walking over to her. "Unless you still have the foolish notion that I am a phoenix." As he said the last part he bent down to her height, and moved his face to only be centimeters from hers, curious as to how she would react. "So tell me Aria. What do you believe I am?" he questioned in almost a purr.