"My own kind? I haven't seen another of my kind since that day my village was attacked. As far as I know, I am alone in this world." He had listend to hew words, but he couldn't make sense of them. They had just met, and while it was true they had just shared something intimate, he didn't know anything about her, nor did she know of him. A good man she called him. Good? Him, after everything he had done? He shook his head, wiping away thoughts of his past. "I do like you Miluiel, I just think you might be a little safer with another. I am hunted, by more than just the humans that slaughtered my tribe."