Sweep me off my feet

His smile would never faultier or quiver from its perpetual placement on his lips. She spoke easily of her father, tone carefree and yet her words held some weight to them. "Well screw fathers. They suck anyways?" He chuckled again, bumping his shoulder playfully into her's as he raised his eyebrows suggestively. His father had been there off an on for him growing up, had been the reason his mother had slowly lost her mind. Fathers were nothing but bad news anyways. It was his next question that left him quizzical, neck arching away from her for a moment to give her a 'say what?' expression. Was there something going on with Sibelle and Vi? Did he dare ask? No not yet. He wasn't quite that comfortable. "Alright my dear, well let me regale you with tails of my youth on our expedition and you may do the same. Please. If I start getting long winded take over at any time!" He would say easily before launching into the story of when he and Mavrick had traveled to old Glaciem and been met by an angry Gargoyle.

-fade into epic journey montage-

Speech!