Saerian took the seat across from her and sat down, not letting go of his cup of coffee. If he absolutely had to drink it to seem human to her, he could. Mostly he had it for the warmth.
He'd forgotten how cold it was, being this thing. When Dawn touched him, there was the human warmth, yes, but there was also an extra little green jolt like Saerian had touched lightning. He didn't react, just filed it away.
He nodded at her question, amiably.
"You have that look," he said. It was a look Jack was quite familiar with. "The one where you've been looking at the same material for hours on end. I remember that."
And he did. Jack spent years and years studying to be an architect. All of those memories were still easily called up in his mind, and they were fond. Saerian liked them, too, because he really did respect Jack's profession--and the human ability to create things like cathedrals, and intricately designed staircases that went up and up in a spiral.
"It means you're driven," he said. This time the smile was mostly with his eyes, and very little to do with the mouth.