Jigano blinked at the question, turning it over thoughtfully. "Not precisely," he explained, voice slow as he traced the origin of the words. "I found nothing funny in it, nor was I attempting to make fun of you. Rather, there was a certain poetry in mirroring the phrase. A philosophical ambiguity, referring to a cold other than the physical. Perhaps even a subconscious invitation for you to inquire more, if you cared to. But... your demeanor does not seem to invite conversation. I am given the sense that I am intruding on a solitude you have chosen for your own reasons. Though I am glad I didn't disturb you."
It is certainly one of the more difficult conversations the bard has tried to maintain recently. Raising a brow at the simple but confident statement, he turned his attention to the commanding black construct, a faint frown tugging at his lips. "I will be quiet, if you would prefer," he offered, without looking back to the strange woman. "But I am curious... what do you see, when you look upon it?"
It is certainly one of the more difficult conversations the bard has tried to maintain recently. Raising a brow at the simple but confident statement, he turned his attention to the commanding black construct, a faint frown tugging at his lips. "I will be quiet, if you would prefer," he offered, without looking back to the strange woman. "But I am curious... what do you see, when you look upon it?"
