Alden stoically kept his green eyes on Abir as he recounted the tale of his father.<br/><br/>Parents. Alden had no recollection of his own, let alone much of his childhood. Whether it was because he had none or simply repressed them, it was difficult to say.<br/><br/>Still, it certainly gave Alden a slightly better picture of the sort of man he was dealing with. His arms lay limply in his lap, sighing as Abir finished his explanation.<br/><br/>"So you've left it all up to a gut feeling to decide who your love is. Well, you were correct in that it doesn't give me any comfort to know that that's all you're basing your feelings on. But at the very least, I have a better idea of the sort of man you are. The kind to believe in a fairy tale sort of romance. Well...to each their own I suppose. From the way you speak of your lifestyle, you've had many things go your way, I'm sure. It wouldn't surprise me that you think that finding the love of your life should be just as simple."