The hiss didn't bother him, especially given Yshvold was clearly attempting to break himself of the habit at least with regard to Aurin. Physical camaraderie wasn't his forte, but he knew that whatever barriers they could break down between them, the better off their partnership would be. He didn't know if Yshvold would grow up and move on, or if he would cleave to Aurin, who was going to cleave to him. It didn't matter, in the end. He would help make the boy's life better for however long they worked together, and the boy's skills would help him in his endeavors as well.
"Kalzasi is always cold," he attested, a hint that he came from warmer climes. "I don't mind the temperate summers, but the winters can be a bitch." He closed the door behind them. There was no fire in the stove, but heat was rising from the bakery and the residence below so it was a bit nicer indoors than it was outdoors. He wondered if he would have to teach him how to safely tend to a fire or if it would be condescending to try.
Aurin always seemed to be teaching people he cared about something. It surprised him what glaring blanks there were in people's education, but then his own had been strange. Little in the way of schooling, and more in the way of learning how to do a thing so he didn't die.
"I watched you go," he admitted, "but once I started crossing the street to the bakery, I stopped looking. Once I was walking, nothing you did caught my eye and I didn't hear you on the roof. I half-expected you to be waiting at the door already. Sneaky little bugger." He smirked, but it was warmer than most people's smiles. If he just wanted to help, he would have figured out some way to get him help. He respected the kid's skills and that was why he had hired him and was investing in him as a person. He wasn't good at emotions, but he tried to show people by his actions that he cared.
He wasn't going to blow smoke up the kid's ass, so he was honest about how much he had seen and heard. Saying whatever he thought would make him feel good might make the Lysanrin more loyal, but it wouldn't be doing him any favors in the long run.
"Well, look around. It's not huge, but neither are you. You took a closer look at the roof than I did, but I think that would be yours by default. The baker doesn't have access to it. So you can train up there, get a little sun on your pale skin, or lurk and stare down at people like a gargoyle."
"Kalzasi is always cold," he attested, a hint that he came from warmer climes. "I don't mind the temperate summers, but the winters can be a bitch." He closed the door behind them. There was no fire in the stove, but heat was rising from the bakery and the residence below so it was a bit nicer indoors than it was outdoors. He wondered if he would have to teach him how to safely tend to a fire or if it would be condescending to try.
Aurin always seemed to be teaching people he cared about something. It surprised him what glaring blanks there were in people's education, but then his own had been strange. Little in the way of schooling, and more in the way of learning how to do a thing so he didn't die.
"I watched you go," he admitted, "but once I started crossing the street to the bakery, I stopped looking. Once I was walking, nothing you did caught my eye and I didn't hear you on the roof. I half-expected you to be waiting at the door already. Sneaky little bugger." He smirked, but it was warmer than most people's smiles. If he just wanted to help, he would have figured out some way to get him help. He respected the kid's skills and that was why he had hired him and was investing in him as a person. He wasn't good at emotions, but he tried to show people by his actions that he cared.
He wasn't going to blow smoke up the kid's ass, so he was honest about how much he had seen and heard. Saying whatever he thought would make him feel good might make the Lysanrin more loyal, but it wouldn't be doing him any favors in the long run.
"Well, look around. It's not huge, but neither are you. You took a closer look at the roof than I did, but I think that would be yours by default. The baker doesn't have access to it. So you can train up there, get a little sun on your pale skin, or lurk and stare down at people like a gargoyle."
