[ as phillip speaks, jitter stares, oddly intense for a person that seems to be so deferential by nature. his odd, dark glance flicks over the other man's face, follows his lips, watches his eyes. at last, his eyes drop again. ]

I see. [ he gently pushes his glass aside, hands curling together, thumb tracing one of the markings on his fingers absently. ] Yes, I doubt I would run into that situation. [ he's a thing. he's not allowed to form personal attachments with people. ]

The first sort seems.. wise. [ the small frown returns. ] Not just any being, even a human, should have access to my power.