He took another sip of his ale. He probably would not get further than this first one. He was not exactly a heavy drinker. And he did not want to imagine what he might do drunk... With his reimancy, well he was volatile enough as it was. Clyde smiled back, as she made her comment teasingly, of him being a master, and of the type he would be. Honestly, he was not certain himself. "A strict master? I don't know... As I said, I think it would depend on the kelvic... At times I can be strict... But I can also be understanding... As long as they work with me, not against, I think I would be lenient." Putting out his hand, he took hers in his, and stroked one finger across the back of her hand. "Definitely a female... Much easier on the eyes, than a rough man. Though perhaps I am a bit biased on that, as I am a man. Though why do you ask, are you perhaps interested in me in that position? That might be interesting..." Her next question was a lot harder, what kind of person did he like? That was a tricky one... "Well, that is a bit hard to say, as so many people are fake, and do not show who they really are... Definitely someone who is not fake, and pretends to be something they are not... And perhaps since I am a mage, I prefer people that are not one. I find it a bit hard, to trust other mages. They are often vying for power, and you are left wondering which one of you is stronger... Which can strain any relationship... One mage is enough." He was sad to hear that a friend of hers, a good friend, which was something so hard to find, had died and was the reason for her being alone. He patted the chair next to him, a understanding look on his face. "Come, why don't you sit next to me. I am sorry to hear you lost your friend. I hope I can help keep you company, in there absence. It is not easy to be alone, after a loss. Had you known them long?" |