Kiresilo leaned back against the building, looking up at the sky first and then finally at the other guy there. A small smile, not a smirk but a smile, passed over his lips for just a few seconds before fading away. He focused in on the question he had been presented. Why ask him? Did he look like the loving type?
"I've wondered, but I've come to realize that I'll most likely never find someone that's willing to put up with me long enough for something like that. I like pain, Arri. It's what I thrive on, and this tends to drive those around me mad before they can get to truly know me."
He looked away once again, eyes fixing on the blue sky above. "Who wants to go through pain every day of their life, inflicted by the one they 'love'?" he shook his head and smirked. "See? Just not something that's going to happen for me."