As she moved closer, she realized that it wasn't space that had his power trickling out slowly - he must have been sick, or hibernating, or whatever. Having been there herself, Ecstasy instantly felt bad for him and hoped that he wasn't a jerky old god like some of them could be.
Her smile grew wide when he answered her, and she let out a soft laugh. When she spoke again, she did so in fluent Russian. "Don't worry, I speak your language, I think." Her eyes dropped to the paper curiously, her eyebrows arched before she looked at him again, her smile turning bright, too.
Moving to sit beside him, she looked over the paper before looking to him again. Once he introduced himself, she easily slid her hand into his, shaking it and letting her hand linger in his just to have that little extra contact of skin. "I'm Ecstasy... It seems like you've having a good day, too, then." Crossing her legs, she shook her head. "I don't really scream a whole lot, to be honest," she was still speaking in Russian, and thought briefly before her smile turned up again. "Okay, technically I don't really scream a lot in public," she corrected herself.