Johus continued in a manner most civil as they carried on, both of them in no hurry to see the conversation end, perhaps merely out of a lack of things to do, or because the company was quite pleasant, or even a combination of the two. He listened and sipped his drink, though he did so slowly, taking his time with every taste as he let it fall down his throat eventually, however far too measured to make a lewd noise as he swallowed. After she was done speaking he kept his quiet for a few moments, turning over the response in his head. He placed down the cup and saucer, still only halfway gone, and looked across to the lady, a half way smile that seemed more a smirk flashed to her for a moment; a dangerous and beguiling expression truth be told, though it did not linger long as words disrupted the image,<br/><br/>"Ideals are a fools errand, they serve to make a good man feel poor. A saint sins once by his own standard, and forever his ideal is marred, even when that very sin can drive him to be a saint all the more. If one ill should breed a life time of good, can the ill be considered such? What is one thing, but a response to another, in an ever cascading series of events, existing without beginning, middle or end, save the lines drawn by man? Ideals are impossible for they are not subject to change, they are static and without motion... where as it is the very stuff of life to be moving, to be dynamic and ever changing. Ideals are things that shrewd men use, to make those who are otherwise noble and good, fail to see what they are."<br/><br/>he seemed somewhat heated by the end, as if he would seek out such a "shrewd" man, and cause him much harm. He cleared his throat and brought his free hand down over the front of his garment, smoothing it out and setting it right, an action that served very much to calm him. Another deep breath and his smile returned, all ire put aside for a moment as he found himself speaking once again.<br/><br/>"Though you also asked another question, more to the point of where I am from, which is to say no where in particular. I have never found a homeland, and never claimed one in fact. Where I was two days ago, is as much as where I am from as where I first came into awareness. Are you from where you are born, or where you are raised, or are you from the place that matters the most to you? If you must know the more mundane details however, I am from a land that has been many times destroyed, the kingdom of Ozymandias himself, though I was not birthed there. Of you then, good miss, what will you share of your past and yourself; what will you offer to a stranger?"<br/><br/>He grinned, as if mockingly challenging her to reveal more, a childish trick that sometimes worked, as we are all children just beneath. He took his cup up again and took another sip,  watching her before she might choose to respond, as if how she did would tell as much as the words that were chosen.