Samsul sighed in defeat. He knew that she had good reasoning for wanting to incorporate Lost Elf rituals into the wedding, but when she blinked and asked him in a similar fashion of a child, he couldn't help but laugh and nod as he hung his head in defeat. "Okay, Anastasia. You've won. Although, if you'd like to know more about my kind, then you need only ask. I'd be glad to tell you about my race. You can even ask some of the others if I'm not available." He assured her with a smile. As the walked down the halls, he was reminded of the teen that had gotten them breakfast, and smiled a little more. "There is a newcomer in the kitchens. Despite his age, he seems to know a lot about cooking, and he was the one who made us the breakfast as well." He informed her as the two neared the doors to the dining hall.