He glances up. "Duly noted," he says, and muses, lightly, "If I was going to be turned into anything, a raven wouldn't be the worst option I suppose. Beautiful birds and amazingly intelligent."

Auryn catches the momentary soft surprise in her eyes at the oleander flower, the slight drop in the facade, and he can't help but feel a little pleased. It intrigues him and he'd like to prompt that again. The gap in the wall of thorns, so to speak. "I'd be glad to have the opportunity," he tells her, honestly.

She goes very cold very quickly at the suggestion that she might be missing out on conversation, which makes him think he's right. "Thank you," he says, taking in the great hall. It's more lavish than anywhere he's ever been, the floating candles eerily lovely and a bit fantastical even to him. The whole place faintly vibrates of power. "This place is beautiful," he says. He's not particularly impressed by wealth, but he can't deny the aesthetics.

"I've been looking, for a long time, for a place that I could practice my magic openly, and for others like me who believe I should be able to." he begins as way of introduction as they walk. "That search brought me to Siren Cove. I don't know if it lives up to the hype, but I can see why the stories about this place and its families exist."