Blackfeather Woods In my field of paper flowers

He smiled at her retort, his eyes dancing as amusement tickled his fancy at that moment. He knew it was not something that he should grow accustomed to, yet, he found himself enjoying the fact that they were getting along. He would never disclose this information and, instead, he'd keep it tucked away for a rainy day to recall upon fondly. 

Atshen felt himself perk as she drew herself closer to her present and he watched Astrid carefully as her curiosity was voiced. "It's like killing anything else," his voice perhaps too nonchalant for the subject matter. He shrugged as if pushing the question aside carelessly.