He said he was glad that the colours in my eyes meant I was happy and I smiled, "How could I not be happy with you?" I asked, I was always happy when I was around him except for those times when I had upset him, then I was simply upset that I had made him angry or whatever emotion it happened to be at the time. But for the most part I was happy when I was around him, he just had something about him that negative emotions seemed banned or they simply vanished, never to be heard from again and I loved that about him, he always made things better and that's was probably another reason why I wanted to be around him all the time. We had fun, we joked and teased each other but we could also have a serious discussion if something was bothering either of us, which was mainly me, he always seemed to never have much that bothered him and at first it seemed odd but over time I had just put it down to the fact that he was thousands of years old and was used to the things of this world.
He told me he wasn't much good at holding his breath or goats so he wasn't a good swimmer or a goat keeper and I laughed softly, "Where on earth did that come from?" I asked, "I was talking about every day things, which I suppose swimming is but goat keeping?" I asked as I raised an eyebrow in a playful teasing way before I saw him pout and hold his hand out, perfectly how a child would and I rolled my eyes as I gently reached for his hand, lifting it up as I leaned down to kiss him the back of it. I looked up at him as I let his hand go, "Better now, sweetheart?" I asked talking to him as if he was a child, though I stopped a smirk from entering my expression, for a little while at least before it broke through the barriers and plastered my lips twisted in a smirking face. I knew it had only been a tease but I didn't mind the action, it was simple and innocent enough and I knew he wouldn't care.
But he sighed when I mentioned my father and I watched as his hand through his hair and I took my gaze away briefly, only for the reason that he looked even more attractive somehow when he did that and I wasn't allowed to have thoughts about in that way so looking away just helped keep them away. However I looked back when he spoke again and I rolled my eyes but smiled when he mentioned that I would have to move in with him, "Well, I would you know, but I'm not sure how big your apartment is," I replied sounding perfectly serious and I would have if I was confident in not having feelings for him or if I knew that I wouldn't be selfish enough to be jealous when he brought girls back to the apartment. Even if it was his I wasn't sure I could handle seeing some woman in his arms, sure I wouldn't day anything I would probably just disappear into my room for that time but I knew that it would send me over the edge knowing that just outside a strange woman was being allowed to do things I wasn't.