Roux Long had witnessed all that had unfolded over the course of his Songbird's altercation with the bat, had stopped himself from intervening several times. She was good, of that there was little doubt, but Batty seemed to be one step ahead throughout it all. Wait...his Songbird? Since when had she become that? They had only met, yet, despite her understandable distrust, Roux Long had somehow begun to think of her as his. Well, he supposed that in European lore, dragons were often very possessive of that which they treasured most. Yet, at the same time, he had never before viewed someone as his. Perhaps coming to his mother's roots, her origins, had brought this side out in the young man.
It was this side that caused the dragon to follow Nightingale. However, he did not stay hidden, not knowing that it would breed more distrust if he followed her knowing that she would soon be Nightingale no more, that she would be who she truly was. So he swiftly caught up to her with a calm expression in his eyes. When he spoke, there was no hint of flirting in his tone, just the wisdom he seemed to possess in either selves. "Something must have you quite shaken, Songbird. Why don't we find you a place to hide and you can talk to me about it. I promise I won't try to see whose face is behind the mask. If I did, I'd have to show you mine. That is something I cannot do. I just want to give you someone to talk to, that is all."
