He took her up on her invitation and wasted no time in rubbing the stones together - the glow cast eerie shadows across his angular face, although his smile was, somewhat ironically, bright as he beheld the stones' light. "Amazing... " He'd taken in some beautifully grand sights before, and yes, Mont Blonc did think Saturn as a whole was gloriously stunning. It was just a different aesthetic than this, the radiance of Methone, and the artist beneath the page's garb was drinking it up as though he were famished. Untapped inspiration already itched at him, and he knew already he had no means to produce the results that he wanted. It was frustratingly exhilarating.

"I suppose you're right, " he admitted, and although his smile was subdued, it was still present on his lips. "On Mont Blonc, you see, it's - ah - never mind, " he wanted to hear about her planet and culture, not talk about his own.

Irritatingly, his cheeks burned at the closeness and the words she was uttering to him, and his words fell dead from his lips as he stared at her, wide-eyed. There would be no chance to recover. He was being pulled up, forced to set down the warm bowl, but the warm stones would remain with him it seemed. The page opened his mouth to say something, but he fell prey again to the spry girl's whims and allowed himself to be herded along. Only too late did he know what he would have wanted to say to her as she leaned close to him, a playful glint in her eyes and a smile on her face.

'You should let me court you at some point.'

'Please do.'

Pixie Nyxie