[ Ah--he figured Luna would be cool with playing poetic muse. What he remembers most about her from the time before their Beginning isn't anxiety or darkness, but a certain mischief. A willingness to bend staid old rules.

Matt has a tendency to look at others through rose-tinted lenses. To be fair, he's in a rose-tinted court. ]

Well, what doesn't kill you, [ he notes, a hint of ruefulness in his tone. He can't quite shrug off the recent slayings the way some others can. (And also, he truly believes he passed his early weapons classes by the skin of his fangs.) ] But, ah--thanks. It really helped to have a friendly face in the room.

Are you going to grace us with a talent? Or maybe I'll have to head out the arena to see you go to work ...