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It was a long standing habit of his to scrutinise the body language of others. Call it an obsession, but Nox believed even a subtle movement could tell you infinitely more about someone's character than words ever could. As she spoke, his gaze traced the line of her mouth, eyes crinkling slightly as her attention diverted momentarily to the water. 

"Nay," he confirmed, parting his lips in a smirk at her observation. "I'm used to far more...uncouth crowds." It was true, a life on a seafront had eroded his mind; a smile could obscure the darkest parts of someone.

She asked of his purpose and Nox considered his answer carefully. "The scenery, the birds." Rolling his shoulders, he reclined onto his haunches and looked out towards the horizon, bleeding orange from a setting sun. "Ye don't seem scared of heights."