[ there goes Barbatos, unable to keep still. Morax may not be the best at exploring his emotions, but Barbatos wore his heart on his sleeve for everyone to see, if they were to look the right way. it was refreshing, even if it was frustrating.

there's an inelegant snort in response. ]

Freedom does not give much away for free now, does it? So you've decided to make demands. [ he says a little flatly, watching him flutter about with bright, gold eyes watching from beneath the shadow of his hood. ] What do you want in return?

[ it's the most he's ever asked that question, because he can never seem to completely tell what Barbatos is after. even in their meeting now with Morax's specific goals ... Barbatos seems flighty, just happy for the company. it's still hard to wrap his head around, so he needed to name it "loneliness."

it made it easier. ]