"I like swords." He considers, for a moment, before sliding his chair back a bit and just settling on the floor next to Bruce and Tempus. Not crouched, though; he crosses his legs beneath him and rests an arm across his knees, leaning slightly into the griffon's side.

"Magic and technology are - it's a fine line, especially in Avalir." There's a distracted quality to his voice; he has, after all, given himself a direct line of sight into the past. From this angle he can almost meet Patia's eyes.

After a second, more softly, "You remind me of all of them."