Masque makes a sound that isn't really agreement, or disagreement.

Zveran smirks. “I’ll keep it simple, I swear.”

He swings his pack off and starts assembling a meal.

Masque watches him silently.

Zveran stays true to his word, and does not indulge his showmanship. He then presents Masque with food.

They're quiet for a moment, and then take it, turning away from Zveran to eat.

Zveran does not comment on this, even as much as he'd like to. Instead he turns his back to them, and eats his own portion.

Given the fact that the mask on Masque's face has always been perfectly in place, there's a fair chance this is more about Masque than Zveran.

Zveran showing his back to them was also a sign of trust. He doesn't believe they will attack him now.

Well. They prove him right, finishing their food, and then settling down in their perch, looking out past the ruins.

Zveran leans against a wall, following Masque's gaze. "From ere and there I travel, for roaming is all I know. No where shall I set down roots, my soul belongs to the ether," he quotes.

"Hm?"

"Poetry seems appropriate here."

"I suppose you aren't wrong."

“Not a poetry fan?”

"No strong feelings on it."

“Then I shall make you the gift of enjoyment! Are you an adventurous sort? Or do you enjoy romance?”

There's that eyebrow again. "I've never known enough of either to decide."

“Truly a crime. Poetry is one of the greatest forms of art we have.” 

Zveran turns his head this way and that, thinking, and decides on something adventurous. He recites it, hands gesticulating with every word. 

Masque listens, quietly, and relatively impassive. (There's the faintest hint of a smile.)

The poem isn't too long, but Zveran barely pauses to take a breath before reciting the next one. There is a definite grin on his lips.

Masque snorts, and settles themself a little more into their perch, still paying attention.

Zveran finishes his poem, or at least seems to, from the pause, but then looks up with a furrowed brow.

"I can't remember the ending to that one. Shit, how did it go? Yevon above, that's going to annoy me for days."

"Sometimes, that's the way of things."

"Very philosophical of you."

"I've had the time to think about this."