I would like to see you again she chimes, and Reich couldn't help the warm rush he felt at the brilliant words, (the most lovely words he'd heard today), and felt his already large smile grow just that little bit more. "Well in that case” he teases, knowing that he truly would require a warm cloak if he remained so enchanted by this pale eyed saint. She was impossibly charming and angelic, almost childlike in the way she saw the world: all beauty and love, sunshine and warmth. Reich had decided beforehand that he never wanted that to change, and that he would protect that naivety with his very essence if he had to. He didn't want to live in a world where innocence and happiness didn't last.

Tiamat winked at him as she spoke and Reich crumpled his own nose in pleasure, agreeing wholeheartedly. When he had arrived in Helovia he had been prepared for anything, or so he'd thought, and then he'd seen things and experienced them too. Then if all that had not been enough, he'd been spun in that crazy Singles event wherein he'd met so many fascinating, charming and stunning singles that he'd had no idea where to look. He still remained disgruntled that Tiamat had been there and he hadn't known, and felt quite protective, a cover for the jealousy he felt when he thought of her being charmed by some Helovian magician. Jealousy was, unfortunately, something he was accustomed to - though it was a habit he was attempting to break. Jealousy and a high temper did not go hand in hand and return positive.

Still, as he watched the curve of Tiamat's elegant cheekbone and the shine in her soft eyes, he could not help but to forget that he'd ever been troubled by anything. Distracted, Reich jumped as Tia crowed the name of another, happiness bubbling in her silver tones. His smile didn't falter as Wessex arrived, and surprisingly, he didn't find himself jealous at the proximity with which the soldier stood. Rather, he grinned in companionship, warmth rippling off of him as he dipped his head in welcome, stepping forward as if to introduce himself and, in finding himself already introduced, simply smiling. "Wessex,” he hailed in his booming musical voice, "A pleasure to meet any friend of Tiamat's - she has a good choice in them” he offered a conspiring wink, the brush of his thick ebony lashes a familiar touch against his broad cheek.

"I must admit, your Sentinel would do a good job of keeping any assailants away - myself included!” A warm chuckle left his throat as he looked between the two women - both beautiful in their own way, though Reich's head was lost in a sea of infinite blue.