He was aloof and restrained: Caprica interpreted this in her own way as dreamy, mysterious. He was promising their acquaintance could continue, and she felt honoured to not only hear a little about his past and his sadness, but also be offered a place in his future. She knew where her strengths lay, so she did not mind that she would probably show herself up straight-away during their future four-legged excursions as a pretty unaccomplished athlete. She would be happy for the chance to improve this area, especially with such an exciting teacher - for Shandom was headily enthralling. She loved how experience coloured clearly his words and his ruggedly handsome visage. She couldn't help but tremble, her eyes galittering with the awe of the invisible forces that had worked their magic so quickly and so beautifully. What else could she conjure, if she tried?
"I'll look you up, Shandom Qi'Vaex Nightslayer of Cour Des Miracles," she promised, knowing she had to keep her words restrained - with the heady thrill that was flooding her veins - flooding beneath her skin - she could so easily let slip her innermost feelings, and she knew that would have been dangerous, even though she trusted him and trusted the supernatural powers of the runes that she could feel, in her imagination, tingling against her throat-fur. "Take good care, won't you?" she whispered, rising to see him away.