Mention of the hunters did mar Gallus' mirth for a few seconds. He nodded in agreement of its necessity with every indication that he felt a similar way.

Gallus tilted his head to one side and nodded. "I'm impressed. It sounds like you're doing well on that front, at least." He chuckled. "I apologised in advance for father, didn't I? If not, I apologise now. As for Darahil, don't worry, he has emotions. Like..." Gallus lifted his eyes to the ceiling and placed a finger on his other hand. "Anger, disdain..." Gallus froze for several seconds. In his thought, he couldn't produce anything further than an open-mouthed hum.

"Actually, that's all I have seen him express. Oh! I once saw him smile. That was..." Gallus shuddered. "That was a strange experience." Gallus lifted his lips and moved past the topic. "Anyway, I can't say I've met Ariel's husband yet. Friendly as far as I've heard."

Lifting up his drink, Gallus took another leisurely swig while holding up one finger. "On that note," he said as soon as he swallowed. His mug hit the table while he held his head forward mischievously. "Anyone [i]caught your eye?[/i]"

The question was as much a tease as it was genuine.