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Demor only chuckled as she responded to his compliment with what he assumed could be considered the Aschen version of modesty before delving to the insults she'd basically been programmed into spewing. Ignoring that, he gave her another look up and down, raising an eyebrow, shaking his head. "Nah, you can't be average.... no you're just being modest. You're gorgeous." he insisted. Turning his eyes back to the other women in time to watch them leave, he returned them to Montrose and offered a shrug. "I don't know them enough to tell you anything - they are as new to me as you are, though you are the one who caught my eye, rather than them today." he grinned at that.

There was her reason for the high-and-mighty vision of the Aschen, and Demor considered it for a moment, tapping his chin with a finger while looking up, and then once he had an answer, came to focus on the Aschen woman again. "Perhaps that is true for the Aschen and the worlds you hail from.... but me? I am a product of evolution... the next generation of my race: The first male.... Magic was likewise natural for my kind. How can you say it is an affront if it does happen naturally outside of your lands?" he asked calmly, scooting just a tad closer.

He lowered his tone then, just slightly, to try and spark some intrigue within the woman. "And if I occurred naturally, and my magic is likewise Natural to my body... can I really be an affront to your kind?" he asked, his tone a gentle growl as he lifted a hand, some water swirling around his forearm as he lifted it out of the water via his magic. His eyes held a gentle look to them as he watched the water dance around his arm as if it was born to do that - as if it were natural. And it was, for Demor to be able to do this. Once he finished speaking, his eyes slowly turned back towards the Aschen Admiral, narrowed ever so slightly as he waited for his answer.