A hint of amusement flickered in Arcan's ethereal yet blue irises. [b][i]"I am just doing my duty to remind you. It is commendable if you remember, and we understand each other."[/i][/b]

The Curator's curious gaze fell on the youkai. A djinn she was, same as him. Though the ancient race like him wasn't known for its cordiality with its kindred, Arcan couldn't help but be intrigued.

So he walked from his station and approached the sulking youkai. His gesture was still stiff, but lacked the pompousness he usually displayed. Ok, just a bit. Still, his stare-down toward Verdant was as unnerving as it was toward Jazdia. 

[b][i]"You... I can't get a good understanding of you. Most of your friends come here with a purpose, yet you seem to be different in that regard. Curiosity and freedom--that seem to be what drives you, and your little pet sleeping in that grim hair accessory of yours."[/i][/b]  He reeled back and continued. [i][b]"No regard for rules, or any expectations. Without duty. Without purpose. I wonder how you could live like that." [/b][/i]