He lifted his mask so he could favour her directly with an entirely baffled expression at her entire tirade, tilting his head.<br/><br/>He bothered, at that, to speak. His voice was sonorous, and reverberated through the listener in a melodic resonance.<br/><br/>"Not for sex. You were curious at my emotions, soullessness, at the Eldar, restraint, yourself, myself. The choices all made. It is a thing best demonstrated, not spoken. Don't have the tools for it here."<br/><br/>He shrugged.<br/><br/>"Follow or don't. Your choice. Any stripe of Eldar scared of the knowing of a thing is a deeply bizarre concept, though."<br/><br/>Said simply, before he perched to spin on one heel until he was in the direction he wished to go, and proceeded to flip down the halls end over end.<br/>