Virgil: You know, Arath, I like your hair. It's short, without being too short, and it frames your eyes perfectly.

Arath: I have noticed that, on occasion. Not everyone is as lucky as you or I, Virgil.

Virgil: Oh, really? You know, I think you and I will get along... just fine.

Arath: Yeah, I'm- quite sure we will, Virgil. Quite sure indeed.



Arath: Virgil, how do you do that?

Virgil: Do what, exactly?

Arath: You tilt your head forward slightly, smile and gaze at me with those blue eyes of yours. It's breathtaking.

Virgil: Oh, that. well... I could teach you, if you want me to, Arath. 

Arath: Ah... no, thanks. I could never do it like you, anyway.

Virgil: You don't have my blue eyes, true - but those deep, dark green ones you have far make up for it. They're no less than gorgeous, if I may say so. In fact, the same could be said about the rest of you, as well.

Arath: Good point. I just might have to take you up on your offer, then...