Gareth paid his attention to Sophia's face again. "Oh, nothing, my lady." He hummed for a moment. "Nothing but the stuff of dreams." He neglected her curiosity, shrugging off his little imagination as something not worth speaking of, a bland conversation topic, for everyone certainly sought some sort of greatness, especially in their ambitious youth. Maybe if there existed the potential for his dreams to be realized, then they would warrant talk, but alas Harker saw them as hopeless in their time. "Why? Is there something on your mind?"