"And what would you have me love hmm? A vampire...a werewolf? Perhaps something more...magical?" he said, looking to the man. He could place it now, the smell of magic upon him. He watched him for a moment. "It is simply as I said...I have no interest in such ideals such as love myself" he says, "it is a waste of time." He turned his attention then to the cave entrance, it had begun to rain. He could smell it on the air, the sound echoing even now within the cave. Most of the monks would be forced to turn back. In the darkness now, the only light were the warm lanterns above them. They cast a warm glow upon the area, and upon Yin as well. He had always been handsome, even before his transformation. Sought by suitors, but he had dedicated his life to peace and training. The flickering flames caught in his eyes, and seemed to give a darker color to his already black hair. He preferred the night, it was much more beautiful.