"Now you're pouting about being told you're pouting," she replied with a burst of laughter. With that fit of laughter she started floating in the air, folding one leg over the other and tilting to the side looking at him with pure amusement. The idea that his indignant demeanor was because he wanted her to like him hadn't even crossed her mind. If it had, she'd probably just wonder why her particular opinion meant so much. Sometimes he strangely reminded her of Doug, which just brought on a lot of strange conflicting feelings for her. Doug had been her first big experience outside of Limbo with loss. Sometimes, especially lately, she could still remember thinking how unfair the entire thing had been. Things like that weren't meant to happen outside of hell.

Unfair. What a childish notion.

She looked distant for a moment, caught up in her own thoughts, and then she shook her head, returning her focus to him. "Wouldn't have guessed. You seemed so much like the sun type." Now she certainly wasn't being earnest. "His name is N'astirh." Oh the satisfaction she took in that.