"It might not be as hard as you believe" he teased slightly, returning his cup to his lips to drink once more. He froze though, as the other spoke aloud of love for himself. A slightly cross look adorned his handsome features for a moment, before he sat the glass down again and it vanished. "Love for me?" he found the thought honestly repulsive, perhaps it was the dragon inside him stirring. "I have little need or care for love...especially by a human" he says, "humans are frail and weak...in time, they will all age and turn to ash. Why would I place any emotion or heart into something that can so easily be squashed like a bug." It was possibly harsh and cold words, but there was a deeper meaning behind them than he cared to speak to this man about.