[ Adam only smiles, shifts back against his seat a little to let his gaze skim across the expanse of the library. One of the vines flutters slightly, leaves trembling to an invisible wind. ]

It's just the kind of thing that feels like you. Destinies, champions, Gods, love. I don't know.

[ He's trying very hard not to be an awkward and sappy bastard but really, he can't help himself sometimes. ]

It's fanciful, but still feels real.