There was a twinkle in his crimson eye, as if he'd caught that, even somehow shared that resonance with her for a brief, fleeting moment. Oh the joys of being an empath, indeed. It was enough to know that was tug on his fishing line, the tug of his barbed hook sinking deep inside her.

He tried to not look to pleased with himself, and humbly sipped at his glass of water. He was actually speaking from his heart--albeit in a twisty way. He was a very passionate individual deep down, driven and ambitious with his lofty goals and ideas. Ambitious, but patient... and corrupted with the bitter reality of this world and of his Rocket-influenced raising. The world was an ugly, ugly place.

Beautiful in its ugliness, when he would be done with it.

"I hope you don't mind if I return that question. You've gotten me awfully curious too--what kinds of things do you like, Voile?"