[Envy listens, forearms resting on his drawn-up knees.]

[He'd meant it, that she tells good stories, and he likes hearing them. And in the cold night air, quiet except for her voice and the background music that he barely notices at all anymore, he feels like he could just keep listening forever. He chuckles and shrugs at the question.]

Nah, not at all, I can see why. I guess...I might too, sort of.

And hey, we're both pretty good at warping the fabric of reality by our existence, right?