( Licyn clicks his tongue against the back of his teeth, giving a slow shake of his head as he sighs out, as if to say, how unfortunate. )

Times call for stretching the imagination, love, seeing what might have been possible... were things other than they are.

( He shifts his gaze to study Wrathion, breathing in naturally, but deeper than he might have normally. Something interesting in how he smelled, not familiar, not human. Fine by Licyn, all things considered: he didn't smell like a magical construct. It's the small things that matter. )

What would appeal, hm?