Ezra only tilted their head at Nevin's embarrassed outburst.
Why was he so flustered at the idea of being popular romantically? Wasn't that one of the goals of any species? Find as many mates as possible to increase your chance of continuing your genetic legacy? They knew that humankind varied in this regard, as some would only take on one spouse while others would have their harem as a show of power and virility.
...or in some cases, lack there of.
Regardless of the alchemist's feelings, Ezra was distracted by the offering of an arm by the mythweaver. Sketch was an anomaly in their study of humans; he was even more mysterious than Nevin could be yet was a proper gentleman in how he treated the homunculus. Although it was clear that the man had no idea of their true origins, the fact that Sketch was so polite regardless after only a few brief meetings was perplexing yet refreshing.
Sliding their arm around his, Ezra walked along side the man and kept as much of an even pace as possible. Although it was proving somewhat difficult when your walking partner has at least half a foot of height against you. After a few steps, they looked up to the man with a curious gaze, as if trying to decipher a puzzle.
"Mister Sketch, although I do appreciate the escort, I must question your intentions. I am more than capable of walking myself inside without assistance. And you mention that I would have 'more fun with my friends' than be in such a dark place. You are somewhat correct in your assessment of my interest of the castle. However, I cannot say that I am here solely for a scholarly study."
Their explanation halted, as they let out a small hum of annoyance.
"Although, I am here to learn something, but I am also currently seeking something as well. This castle might hold the information of its current whereabouts and would be quite useful. As for being in the company of my friends..."
A single finger pointed ahead towards the castle's gates, and Ezra let out a small exhale of breath through their nose. "One of my friends is currently headed into the castle, while my other friend is currently behind us working on some form of translation, from what I overheard." They looked back up to Sketch, trying to lock eyes with the man. "I do not have many that I call friend, Mister Sketch, so I must make sure they stay safe. But I have digressed from my previous inquiry. What is your intention, Mister Sketch? I do not understand your generosity in being my escort. I can only assume based on my analysis of other's interactions that you are attempting to protect me as you think me frail, or you are attempting to stay close to me in some attempt of affection in a romantic sense."
"Are you attempting to 'woo' me on this possibly dangerous endeavor we are heading into, Mister Sketch? Based on what I have seen, this is not exactly the ideal location to attempt such things."
