He goes quiet, then, guides her down stairs, and stands before her, a moment, his mouth twisting into a moue. "Your roommate is Eoduin, isn't it? She is a sprightly girl," he says, unsure why he says it. To see if there is a reaction. To see her jealousy, maybe, if she displays it.

He wishes a reaction from her, he wishes her to do something, and he's not sure what. It is the kind of cruel game a cat plays with a mouse, simply to see, with no regard for how the mouse might feel on the matter. It is a game of casual dealings, a game with no thought or foresight.