He shrugged lamely, as if bored with the topic as his eyes returned to the pages of his book. "Likely, she likes you... Or pities you... Possibly both..." This he said without looking. "Not a shock... as those of our ilk... Who wield the Light, are often alone... More them most..." Whether he rolled his shoulders in a shrug, or simply to work the stiffness away was unknown, simply that he did it. Idly flipping the page, before glancing up at her, eyes taking a moment to trail up and down the armored woman's body. One brow arching before his gaze returned to her own. "New, to the 'free life'?" It was hard to tell if he was being mean, or genuine... His tone of voice seldom changed, and even then not by much...<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>