He won this round again. His humor chipped away at her ice; she smiled. A laugh also fluttered around in the back of her throat because she couldn't help un-netting it. It was an arduous task to keep herself from fully caring for him, since he was just so lovable. But the knowledge that one day he was doomed to die, as all creatures were no matter how endearing, just like her own father, perhaps even as suddenly, kept her steeped like a gargoyle overlooking how she could feel.
A voyeur who felt apart from the real world.
She plumbed an ice cube out of the glass despite the water embracing it now, and crunched it into her mouth. She spoke impolitely as she chewed (only impolite if one believed in manners.) "I think I could listen to your stories for a long time before I get bored and fall asleep."