[ He lets the corners of his mouth twitch into a semi-frown when Mikleo starts up about Maotelus. He loves the guy (god?) -very fluffy and personable - but after a couple hundred years of him he's a little tired.

Still, Mikleo hardly gets this excited and when he does it's hard not to get swept up in it. ]

I keep forgetting you weren't there with me....But, yes. Actually, I spent most of my time asleep talking to him.

[ He laughs a bit, not wanting to ruin Mikleo's image of Maotelus with talks of fluffy hair and roping him games of I spy that always revolved around something green. ]

He was a lot friendlier than I thought he was going to be and...he was sorry. About everything we went through.