Lucy wasn't sure what to make of that explanation of love. It was poetic, even beautiful, but not practical. Most of the people she'd known in her time were single, either by choice or circumstance. The strongest ones had a great deal of spirit and passion, enough that the man had never tortured it out of them. And the idea of forgetting everything when someone walks into a room sounded like a weakness, something the man could have exploited. If that was love, perhaps it had no place in her life. She had no time to object to his definition as they arrived in the conservatory.
Lucy wandered around, taking in the details. "It's a beautiful place." She commented with a smile of her own. "And so quiet." Peaceful, serene, no one walking through nearby hallways; she didn't even think she could hear the machinery of the station running in the background. It was almost as if they were in the middle of nowhere. "How did you find it?"