Irial gazed at her, his expression dark, before leaning back and stepping away from her. His arms were once more crossed over his chest and he leaned against the wall, staring sideways at her. He was quickly losing interest in this girl. He tired of their games, and it was becoming irritating.

He listened to her assessment of him, and blinked slowly at her, his eyes showing the depiction of boredom. If she wanted to keep his attention further, she'd have to come up with something better than this.

Sighing slightly, he shifted his weight, and looked at her once more. She wanted to know what he thought she was. Honestly, he didn't give a damn what she was. But he would humor her, if only to humor himself as well.

"You're someone different," he said quietly, shoving his hands in his pockets, and looking up at the ceiling. "That much I know. I'm suspecting that you can read my feelings. You've either got a power that allows you to do such things, or you are very good at reading people. I suggest the latter of the two. In any case," and here, he glanced at her, his eyes boring into her.

"You intrigue me."