Nyx? A romantic? Hardly. He just figured he was just a very real person with very real feelings, and just expressed himself wholeheartedly to people. Not quite heart on your sleeve situation, but life was much too short to hide your feelings. A slow smile crept across his face. "Though, the thing that truly brings people together is differing in personalities and interests. Sure, there has to be some similarities, but if we all loved and hated the same things." He glanced to her. "Then it'd be quite boring." Then that snorting giggle brought a nice smile. It was cute. "If we don't laugh at our own jokes who will?" He chuckled lightly.
When she made a comment about being toured around by a man with a flashy knife, he reached behind him and revealed a second one. "Two flashy knives." Nyx commented as he flipped the weapon in the air and catching it by the blade and holding it out to her with the handle facing her. "Where I come from, you do not only worry of the impending war, but the deamons at night." He just shrugged nonchalantly. "It's a way of life, really." Though one thing she was correct on, was he was insanely lethal with his weapons of choice. Though as he said, it was just the tip of his lethality considering the magic he had at hand. Though, just because he had all the power at hand didn't mean he should use it so frivolously, and he just didn't see himself anymore important than the next person.
He was just a simple man, simple soldier, that used his abilities to help others.
Gladiatorial fighting for ones amusement, was disgusting when it involved death. Sure, feats of strength between equals in hand-to-hand combat was a thing, but that didn't end in death and after you shook hands and were still friends. "That's horrible." Nyx conveyed. "Lives are not supposed to be thrown away needlessly." It really bothered Nyx.
There was a polite smile as she insisted that he partake in the tea. No harm, no foul. Nyx took the thermos and a swallow of the tea. It was quite good, but he wouldn't admit it at this point. Though as she made her whisper about him being heard there was a kind smile. "Then it would be a pleasant surprise." Nyx confirmed, but his face grew incredibly grim at the prospects of himself going home.
Nyx shook his head. "That isn't possible." He was at least almost certain. The Glaive looked to Tasha with dark eyes. "I'm dead."