Antarmur'ss lowered his hand to the buds that leaned towards his grasp. Upon touching the buds, the small roses peeled back their petals into a full bloom. Even the one that Ling would so delicately touch would respond. It's petals unfolding towards him after the brief caress. Antar chose not to speak after hearing the soft murmur that Ling made. Yes..his love. Evil or not, Antarmur'ss did have some aspect of love. A deep possessive and viscous love for all the things that he laid claim to. Antarmurss withdrew his touch from the plant and resumed gently working the soil. After a moment Antar turned to Ling and held out the weeding tool he had been using to pull out the tiny white vines popping up through the soil around his roses.