He detested that repetitive thing she did. In person it was just better that she didn't speak at all, it was nails on a chalkboard----and yet he couldn't quite escape it because it was distinctly her.
"Thankfully you wore your hair down." He couldn't stand it being pulled back in some ridiculous pony tail. It looked too relaxed. He hadn't told her where they were going. If she agreed to a night out with him, then he was going direct where they went. What little Narcissus actually knew of Echo, he had painted a horrible picture in his mind on how she spent her evenings alone. He had to to try and keep himself from thinking she was worth the effort.