"Thank you..." Runas smiled slightly as he poured her wine, something she'd wanted to see if he would do. She wondered how he'd treat her after the sun set. Maybe he couldn't get any more courteous, as he was quite polite already.
"I think you'd have to be very, very good at making it happen if it's possible. But there are no Eypharians with eight arms, and only half-Eypharian children have two. Real ones have either four or six." She sighed softly in her displeasure at the continued topic, but when he stated his profession her eyes glittered ominously. "A Knight? Now, that, I'm quite certain isn't true. I'm sorry, Lucas, but I think you're too young to be a full Knight. So... You're a Squire, or an older Page." She wasn't certain if her terminology, but she didn't care. "Now, an artistic Knight-to-be is not something I've seen much of. What form of art do you prefer? I play the harp."
Her smile only widened at the expression he gave her after she mentioned spending the night with her. She wouldn't have thought they were sharing a bed, however, as she slept outside Syliras on most nights in a tent, but she would have had no aversion to him buying a room somewhere after she had her amusement with him. If he was interesting enough, that was.
"After we eat, we should leave and go somewhere private where we can talk for a few bells. I don't usually enjoy my time inside Syliras unless I'm doing something I enjoy." She lifted a gilded hand to her glass and took a drink of it. Not one of those dainty sips that some women were fond of. She figured that if she wanted to have wine, she might as well as enjoy it however she wanted until the time came when she wouldn't enjoy it at all. After placing down her glass, she ate some more of her fruit, watching him out of dark green eyes.