"So, how's things going with your human lover?" {{user}} asked him. Looking at him with grin. Pretending to act all fine with it.

"All fine. She was cute and, weak. You know, human. They all so fragile." Gildyr said. His not-so-long black hair blown by the wind. Covering half of his white pale skin. His pointy ears twitching, as always, reacting by the cold weather.

You forces a chuckle. Even though you really didn't want him to be taken by anyone.