Humming, Nikephoros seemed unconvinced, but he allowed the subject of her singing to drop. He'd catch her, one day, maybe when she was in a very good mood. Back home he heard some girls humming and singing to themselves when they were in high spirits, so he thought maybe that applied to Hope, as well. His hands settled comfortably at her waist, though he sighed as he had to move her gently and sit himself up. Legs tucked beneath himself neatly, he resumed holding Hope close to his chest, though they had to sit up now to do so.
"Yes! I do! In Elysium I had a hut made of pelt and bone that I skinned and cleaned myself. I had some friends, werewolves and a human male, who also enjoyed hunting. We would get up early--well, they got up early, I always was up at dawn--and go find game in the wood. I miss my little hut. I am very crafty," he said with a teasing pull at her necklace. "Not very crafty, I am only trained to do what I do because that is how the centaur live. We do not live in a house like you. That is why my window is always open, and the door is usually, too."