He chuckled and shook his head, listening to her own reply intently, though he seemed to grow just a little more alive as she drew closer to him. He did his best to hide his reply to the way she licked her finger, the subtle suggestion forced his lips to curl as his mind swam for a moment with thoughts wholly unsuited to a gentleman. His grin seemed genuine as he replied, sipping his tea carefully, even as she had checked it... he was always cautious of such things, not wanting to drench her in hot liquid after all.<br/><br/>"Conversations continue only through continual contradiction. Such a strange paradox that two people can only "carry on" a talk, so long as they are disagreeing, lest the conversation soon fade to naught. A curious quality of language, don't you think, Good miss?"<br/><br/>He took another sip of his drink before he replied to her initial comment, not wanting to stray too far from the topic they were on. His manners were smooth and elegant, he did not slurp his tea like most men, but took sips one would expect from a noble or other such aristocratic stock. He was every inch the rich man, with sharp, angular, eastern European features one could call aristocratic, or other things were they inclined to insult the man.<br/><br/>"You understand through your perspective, as you have that gift. Others never can have that, and as such, will turn it into an ideal. Truth be told is that most enjoy fixating their attentions upon the negative qualities of existence, quite ignoring the pleasantness. Life, existence, simply to be, that is a joy, a treasure. Your child, its life is so vibrant and fresh... so swimming with possibilities denied to I and you. so different even as it is the same... becoming, and yet already there...."<br/><br/>He stared at the bulge of her stomach, as if it were a master work, some kind of art that only he could see, watching with a strange sort of wonder. Soon he would realize he was staring, and shake his head fast, returning his attentions to the lady herself, rather then eying her belly. There was no malice, no intent to cause harm, only a dreamers joy as his mind raced momentarily with the sheer volume of what could be, contained within her body.