Noah waited patiently for Moryvr's answer.
The elf's eyes were narrowed slightly as he was considering his wording one final time. He had already learned the consequences of being careless with that.
"For the second thing…"
"I want to know about you." There was a slight pitch in his voice, an eagerness that made it obvious how pleased he was with himself.
After spending the better part of their last exchange being forced to carefully navigate the devil's wording, Morvyr had finally found a way to return the favor.
It was a weird feeling. He was almost more focused on the process rather than the result.
Somewhere along the way, his questioning had stopped feeling entirely like an interrogation. There was an odd satisfaction that came from trying to find just how much he could learn without overstepping the rules Noah established.
