"Well I will not be expecting you to tell the whole of it today of course. That would be far too much to expect of one man. Do you have a place to stay in this city? I have accommodations, though they are not exactly spacious. I would be pleased if you would share them with me. Unless you already have other arrangements of course." He wanted to keep this young man near him, both to hear his tales and because he was a small piece of the country that he so loved and that he was separated from for now.

Elua's smile grew and he leaned back in his chair, taking a sip of wine. "Beautiful, of course. Brown hair and stormy grey eyes. Very quiet. Stoic. He never says very much, but he notices everything. He is everything I could have asked for in a bodyguard. And my dearest friend." He loved all of his Companions of course, but it was clear that Cassiel held a special place close to his heart. "Of course, he never believes me when I call him my dearest, but I think... perhaps he gets jealous of the others that I spend my time with." He sighed, taking a sip of his wine, he just wished that he could help Cassiel see that just because he loved many people didn't mean that he loved him any less. "He is far more caring and loving than many give him credit for, even himself. They see his frown and his daggers and think that is all there is to him. But he is so much more than that."

He looked up then, his head tilted slightly to regard Joscelin. "What do your stories say about him? I must admit I'm curious."