Dannisus nodded quietly along with the commentary being made about his people. While his lifestyle in the forest was hardly comparable to [i]slavery,[/i] men were not acknowledged or given positions of power. He looked to Lui and shrugged with a feint smile, nodding at her comment about the loud women behind them. His eyes went back to the table scratches again shortly after. "Myti women don't treat our men like garbage, it's not like that. They just treat us like..." He puckered his lips to one side and thought about it for a second while tracing some of the scratches in the table with his finger. "Children?" He looked up. That seemed right. They certainly treated him like he didn't know any better at home, like a little boy. Then again, he [i]was[/i] still 14 when he ran away. His perspective of Myti culture had matured quite significantly since his adolescence. "Myti females... [i]Mature very quickly[/i]. Our men just... Don't." He shook his head and began tapping on his leather-bound booklet. "We age slowly during our childhood, like humans. Biologically, male Myti are completely inferior to our female kin. So they act as our protectors. It's pretty important to keep men alive, especially during-" He cut himself off and shook his head. "Ah, regardless, people are rather [i]mean[/i] outside of the forest." His nose twitched yet again and he looked Lui over. "Sorry," he huffed, leaning towards he slightly, "I know you're likely busy, but do [i]you[/i] mind me asking about your eye?" He pointed at it. His expression wasn't one of sheer curiosity, though. Something about it worried him. He pulled himself back and waved his hand. "It's ok if you don't want to talk about it! I just can't- What I mean is I, uh- My nose," He pointed at his nose, "I have a very good nose for mana and it's- Well it's uh.." Dannisus found himself stumbling over his words. Before Lui could affirm or deny his curiosity, he pulled his book up from the table in a hurry and showed both Lui and Aelih a random page of its contents.

	"Magic!" He blurted out, "I study magical artifacts!" He pointed towards his book, and then towards her eye. "Your eye reeks of mana- I mean, it doesn't [i]reek,[/i] it smells fine, but mana... Well..." He stopped short and lowered his book slightly, before mouthing the word [i]'research'[/i] with a frown. Maybe he shouldn't have said anything.