The Sunspire the next generation

"I always do," Ovaltine replied, a grin on his face. Despite all the lovely ladies he'd been around, he always managed to find another one who was either just as lovely, or even more, than the last. Each one was a work of art, carefully crafted into something quite stunning. For all intents and purposes, Ovaltine was a sucker for them, and they would likely be his downfall one day. When she revealed that her own thirst for knowledge had brought her here, Ovaltine tilted his head to one side, amused.

"Not interested in eye candy?" he asked, raising a brow. Perhaps she was one of those who shunned all contact with males. Ovaltine had met a few of those, though he had never quite understood them. Some ladies were just immune to his self-assessed excellent flirting skills. Their loss, of course.