Barclay and Adina
Barclay raised an eyebrow. "An amusing theory, but I hardly believe there's a nymph in every single blade of grass. If there were that many nymphs, they would be ruling the earth. They would've done away with lawnmowers and garden shears a long, long time ago." Barclay was a pragmatic witch. He had never seen a nymph in all of his time while working his craft, so it had to be untrue. "How'd you come to this... uh, hypothesis?"
Barclay blinked and then laughed. 'You seem nice' wasn't something he had heard from others, and it was definitely not something he would think of himself. "I will probably find you annoying, and I'm not particularly nice, so don't get used to it."
He rolled his eyes, grinning at her 'damsel in distress'-act. "Oh, c'mon. Fine. You can grab my arm. Let's go." Barclay led the way.