"Oh for sure," he agreed, an enthusiastic nod as he took a sip of his coffee and sighed. "Pity not everyone does," he lamented, sitting back in the chair and breaking another piece off of his scone. "But then again, humans don't really age well, which is really too bad." They created so many nice things, it was unfortunate they burned out so quickly and dramatically.
Strangely, he wasn't awful at secrets. Satyrs had an attitude that was sort of like There's no one here but me and the trees, who am I going to tell? This rock? because they were more about nature, more often than not, than people, which wasn't to say they didn't enjoy the company of others--they did have a bit of a reputation for chasing around Nymphs and Naiads, after all--and could also spin a yarn when the mood truck them, they weren't gossips necessarily. And while Sid was a Bard through and through, he was always a Satyr first. She was right about that though. He was rather good at making friends. "More friends than enemies." Sid cocked his head to the side reading the words upside down, glancing back up with a quirked eyebrow. "I've never been accused of being charming before." He assumed she was insinuating something, but that was true. More often than not he got annoying over charming, as delightful as he though himself to be.