Intently he hangs on her words, though why he does it she is still debating in the controlled chaos of her mind. Is he interested in what he considers a talent, an ability? Does he desire it for himself, despite the fact it is not something passed from one to another? Rowan was wary, but intrigued. All others she had encountered were intimidated, disgusted, or disbelieving. His actions were foreign and alien, leaving her floundering in the void of black called obliviousness. It was rare she ever felt this particular emotion, and it was not pleasant to her. Emotions were her weakness, her mortal enemy- her kryptonite. His suddenly serious expression does not go unnoticed, but does go unquestioned. More than anyone, Rowan knows the importance of privacy, and the intimacy needed to breach it. Face remains passive if slightly interested, respecting him enough to not succumb to her sociopathic tendencies. Barraging him with questions wasn’t acceptable, in this case.

Laughter makes her shy, wondering where the bold speech and word count had come from. She hardly opened her maw to speak, unless she was saying something that would get her into a fight from her lack of knowledge on emotions or was asking a question. Whatever it was that had driven her to speak so much about her…gift, as he said, she did not know. She has never been called fascinating. Cannot, in fact, deduce how exactly he came to that conclusion about her personality. Does a machine even have a personality? Despite the fact she lives and breathes, can she truly be called a person? Is she capable of claiming a soul, a personality at all? Was she blessed with the mind of a machine, and in return given a heart of metal, incapable of feeling at all? Even so she manages a shy, thankful smile in his direction. Truly he is kind to think she is worthy of such gentle nature from others, that she can reciprocate in any fashion. His offer is one that allows her free reign, and inside she laughs for it is a foolish decision. Giving her mind freedom is like setting a potentially dangerous runaway train into motion. Once started it’s hard to stop, but she knows this and limits herself before it actually happens. Giving herself boundaries even if Quilyan hasn’t. ”All the questions in the world couldn’t give me a firsthand experience, but that is inevitable. However I won’t assault you with all the ones on my mind,” she giggled, feeling small and young in his presence. Never before had she been praised, actually listened to, and it made her entire being slowly warm up. It was entirely new to her, but not necessarily unpleasant. ”Instead…can you tell me everything you remember of one special place? Memories with emotions and experiences tied to them often remain in our minds the longest and with the most detail,” Rowan explained, almost sheepishly. Hoping to the Gods she wasn’t boring him. It was like giving attention to a child starved of it; Rowan was helpless to stay away from someone who actually found her company pleasant because of her mind. Because of her, in any way, shape, or form.