( A chatterer. He likes those. They require much less effort out of him to keep themselves entertained.

Which means Licyn smiles and inclines his head toward her like he was really listening, and while he had been, it was coincidental for the moment. )

No. ( He drawls, looking to Merrill's face. Might as well enjoy himself when the danger was restricted to the three hundred or so people trapped inside an inescapable dome. ) It'd be far too distracting to worry that a pretty face such as yours might have to worry, were those creatures lurking beyond the barrier to freely come romping in. I prefer them very well right where they are.