Draiss looked into the attractive elf woman's eyes, and his own, to elongated to be fully human, sighed, before he said, "Cerulean, I am a companion in this group with you. And as such, we should not lie to each other. I find you attractive, yes, but I want more. I want your respect. You are beautiful, and your heart calls for something. I can hear it, calling for help. That is the reason for your cold attitude in life. You were hurt, badly I think, and you formed a wall of ice around your heart, to try and keep the pain away.<br/><br/>I tried to do that very thing, when my mother... was butchered by bandits for being a freak."<br/><br/>He stopped, remembering that horrible discovery, coming back from a hunting trip and finding bandits finishing off his mother. He had spent a year trying to be alone and aloft, but it had shattered, badly, hurting worse than finding his mother's body, and he cried, for the memory still hurt. He had talked with her after his ascension, begging for forgiveness, but while she had granted it, he still hurt for her.<br/><br/>And this attitude, that this woman held was so close, that it called, and he had to try and help.