Aloysius frowned. If the entire world was listening....? Oh, the things that sprang to his tongue first, fighting to get out before he managed to throw the urge away. Things like... Listen up world! Prepare to meet your maker! or the ever classic, Luke....I am your father....
But no. He couldn't say that. Technically, he was baring his soul to this woman. After all, she was to be married to him and he to her. He took a deep breath, before answering. "If the entire world was listening...." Aloysius let a small, sly smirk slip onto his face. "Why, I would declare my ever lasting love for you, my dear." He waved his hand dismissively, as though it was the obvious answer. "And after that, I would tell the world that they really need to get over themselves."
Once answering that, he focused on the second question. This took almost no thought whatsoever.
"I am afraid of losing my memory." His voice softened, hands clenching into fists as he turned around and folded onto the sofa. He nodded towards the other side, beckoning Allaysa to join him. "I'm afraid that one day, I'll try a spell that doesn't work and everything I know, everybody I've met, all the secrets and the juicy tidbits I've learned will vanish."
He took a deep breath. "My turn again." It was time for the deep questions, Aloysius realized. It was time to dig straight into her heart, figure out what made her tick, what kept her running. "What makes life worth living?" he asked. "What helps keep you going, pushing you through even the toughest of days? And along that subject, have you ever been betrayed by someone you held dear? If so...who and why?"
Suddenly, Aloysius sneezed. "Aw shit," he muttered, rubbing his nose. "Someone's got to be talking about me."
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Vale nodded slowly. "I suppose I'll have to stay here then," he murmured. Maybe meet again with Allaysa. I'm sure she has something to tell me now that she's spent an entire night with the Shaman boy.... He sighed softly, running a hand through his hair. "Maybe we should go for a walk? I feel the need to stretch and there's still much of the outside that we have yet to experience."
He was kind of feeling the need to go back to the pool. After all, swimming would be nice. He could feel the heat radiating from outside, from the sunlight streaming through the wide windows, sliding through the slits in the thick curtains he knew were in the bedroom.
His stomach rumbled lightly, before he chuckled, almost in embarrassment. He headed into the kitchen, pouring himself a cup of the coffee, now lukewarm instead of scalding hot.