[Maaan, he just showed her he can cover himself in hardened willpower and she didn't even blink. But he did just realize how awkward what he's been saying is, and his nose and cheeks brighten to a purplish pink.]

Naw, look that ain't... Mean. If y' wanna that's cool but. Look I was askin' 'bout yer world, where y' come from. Y' ain't really told any stories, y' know? 'S jus'... we gotta fight monsters. But that ain't really sayin' much when y' get down t' it. Tryin' t' make conversation, learn what yer people's like. Shit, nevermind. Don't wanna talk 'bout it, guess there ain't nothin' I can do 'bout it.

[Sometimes Namur really wished he was better at being smooth. This would definitely be one of those times. He can feel heat in his ears, that's how deep he's blushing and he hates that, too. He turns and swims ahead so she can't see it as much.]