He looks at her thoughtfully for a moment, and then smiles.

"Oh, but it's so hard to find a critic these days," he says. "Won't you please tell me what you think?"

She returns his thoughtful look, and decides that this was polite enough for her to actually answer it.

"Oh, very well, but do not be surprised if you don't like what I say." She taps her chin thoughtfully.

"I believe that I am disappointed in your creativity," she decides upon. "You could find your victims from anywhere in the world, but you regularly invite yourself to the same sorts of parties in the same city with the same sorts of people attending. You're looking for the most interesting person out of a habitually boring set of people."

"I like these parties," he says. "If they're so boring, why are you here?"

"Perhaps I was bored."

"Hardly seems like it would help."

"No, I don't think my presence at parties like these helps anything at all," she agrees.

"But at least you're no longer bored, I hope?"

Amused head tilt.

"What ever gave you that impression?"

"Circumstantial evidence."

"Ah. Inconclusive at best. If I cease to be bored," she smiles slightly, "I will be sure to let you know."

"That," he says, smiling, "sounds very much like a challenge."

"Perhaps it is."

"Hmm."

He takes her hand, and they both dissolve into the wind, whirling up into the sky to rematerialize standing solidly on thin air a mile above the ground.

"Still bored?"

She gazes down at the ground below, clearly delighted.

"And what would you do if I said yes?"

"I suppose I'd have to find some other way to entertain you."

"That does not give much incentive for honesty, now does it?"

"I guess that depends on whether you want to take your chances with my idea of entertainment."

"I suppose it does," she agrees, and then she removes her hand from his so she can indulge in a happy twirl, clearly still delighted with being a mile up in the air.

He laughs.

She doesn't laugh, but she's smiling irrepressibly, enamored with the sight of the world from an angle she's never gotten to see before. For a few moments, she'll just be lost in its beauty, conversation with the Lord of the Howling Mountain quite forgotten.

He's content to watch her for a while.

Soon enough, her focus is back on him. She hasn't grown bored of standing on thin air, but she is not so caught up in it as to let it control her, now.

"So!" she says, twirling towards and then near him. "Which shall it be? I am ever so curious. Drop me out of the air to see if I scream as I fall and if you care to catch me before the ground does? Take me back to your mountain and force whatever way with me you prefer? Return me to the party, my novelty expired?"

"Your novelty is nowhere near expiring," he says, amused.

"No? Most people find me insufferable."

"Oh, I never said you weren't annoying, but you are very novel."