Micolash laughs like it's a reflexive twitch and bites it back again quickly hard enough that his teeth click. The look in his eyes is briefly apologetic and embarrassed as he didn't mean to do that.

"Wouldn't that be nice? Were it that simple?" He sighs, wistful. For once, he doesn't even feel like getting into it. Every other time his bizarre history, actions and origins come up, Micolash is usually so glib about launching into overwrought explanations. But he wouldn't know where to begin with this one. A mental mindfield the second he tries to determine the best way to explain. So let's not begin at all.

"...I think She'll like you," Micolash finally concludes instead with a hesitant smile. A much nicer (and more certain) thought.