[ Alumette is always so expressive, so vital with her movements-- he even wonders if she realizes how her ears seem to be such guiding beacons into her very expression, or even her thoughts. How easily she could be read. In a way, he supposed it was fitting as he himself did not possess that much of a poker face, nor the inclination to truly hide things, it was like the world as a stage and he was casting his lines out ]

You are clever, I know you are-- but I dare not help you, I would much rather be there watching that dawning awareness cross over your features once you wake up from your long sleep and you figure exactly what it is that you are missing.

[ He turns around and walks toward Alumette, his brows further winging though his golden eyes certainly did glimmer and perhaps even dance despite the low light level of the caverns-- he gestured to the paintings on the wall, to the crude artisty, and most importantly the truth that lingered there ]