[It's not really an answer. At best, it's one of those vague, sideways things, that implies that there are those who might consider him very wicked indeed, and perhaps also some of those who might find some redeeming characteristics in him. As for what he thinks of himself, it's altogether too bleak to bring into this lovely garden, much less around someone who speaks with such an innocent and curious tone.]
How d'you think of yourself?
[And that is, of course, a surprisingly intimate question, but then, he's never been adept at knowing quite where the boundaries are for rude questions -- or rather, he knows where the boundaries are well enough, but often chooses to overstep them in favor of satisfying some kind of curiosity. It's also not a question that requires an answer, but he suddenly finds himself fascinated as to what the response will be.
After all, she's one of those people who almost seems to sparkle. Surely she'll have something luminous to say.]
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[It's not really an answer. At best, it's one of those vague, sideways things, that implies that there are those who might consider him very wicked indeed, and perhaps also some of those who might find some redeeming characteristics in him. As for what he thinks of himself, it's altogether too bleak to bring into this lovely garden, much less around someone who speaks with such an innocent and curious tone.]
How d'you think of yourself?
[And that is, of course, a surprisingly intimate question, but then, he's never been adept at knowing quite where the boundaries are for rude questions -- or rather, he knows where the boundaries are well enough, but often chooses to overstep them in favor of satisfying some kind of curiosity. It's also not a question that requires an answer, but he suddenly finds himself fascinated as to what the response will be.
After all, she's one of those people who almost seems to sparkle. Surely she'll have something luminous to say.]