Yup, this one was entirely on him. Even so, however, it was a little interesting to learn that mortals didn't usually stare up at it the way they stared at the moon. Well, even Eris knew its brightness probably affected their eyes in some way. He honestly had a few theories and questions in mind, but he was probably better off using the internet or going to the library to study properly. Hm, it'd been a while since he actually went to the library, that actually wasn't a bad idea. He could check out a few other things while he was there, too. The buzz around him had mostly died down, so he was sure he could probably hide in a corner somewhere.
Speaking of hiding, now that Max brought it up, he really was on the paler side, wasn't he? Now that his mage was worth something, it'd probably be worth it to actually invest in him. He had trusted him to look after himself and didn't look like he had lost any muscle mass--but for the most part, he had let the finer details slip him by. And of course, then there was the attitude, but Eris had to admit he liked the idea of a sharp-tongued mage. Antigone was charming and Ismene was polite yet curt, but he didn't really have anyone that knew how to go on the attack the same way Max did. Eris needed to figure out what carrot to dangle to get that to work in his favor.
"Nope," He ended up replying to the question at hand briefly--he wasn't going to bore the kid with the obnoxious ideals of music he had gotten used to since dipping his toes into the Sinnenodel world of arts and music. "Anyway, hurry up and shower, I'm thirsty," He stretched his arms above his head before taking out his phone, sitting down on the bench in front of Max's bed, and skimming over an article he had bookmarked. "Need to inspect you, too, so get some underwear on when you finish."
Speaking of hiding, now that Max brought it up, he really was on the paler side, wasn't he? Now that his mage was worth something, it'd probably be worth it to actually invest in him. He had trusted him to look after himself and didn't look like he had lost any muscle mass--but for the most part, he had let the finer details slip him by. And of course, then there was the attitude, but Eris had to admit he liked the idea of a sharp-tongued mage. Antigone was charming and Ismene was polite yet curt, but he didn't really have anyone that knew how to go on the attack the same way Max did. Eris needed to figure out what carrot to dangle to get that to work in his favor.
"Nope," He ended up replying to the question at hand briefly--he wasn't going to bore the kid with the obnoxious ideals of music he had gotten used to since dipping his toes into the Sinnenodel world of arts and music. "Anyway, hurry up and shower, I'm thirsty," He stretched his arms above his head before taking out his phone, sitting down on the bench in front of Max's bed, and skimming over an article he had bookmarked. "Need to inspect you, too, so get some underwear on when you finish."