Read my mind, actually. Never did think much of Catastrophes; even when the shukun were at each others' throats, they still had the presence of mind to shift the city whenever the Messengers gave advance notice of impending doom.

[ All right, Midnight does lean a bit for a peek — maybe a bit more than a peek, he's nosy and bad at catching certain social cues at the worst of times — but leans back into his own space and smiles when the notebook closes, not pushing one way or another. It's interesting. As an avid note-taker himself, he's interested in the notes of others. What lovely thoughts have taken root in that stubborn little head? If nothing else, escorting has taught him that his insatiable curiosity about others is more of an asset than it is something to hide. ]

As for the boundaries... Who knows? Perhaps it is a bit like the Fade. Can't say I'd like to find out, but for science... Well, there are many things I'd like to learn, and I wouldn't mind spending my interest on pushing our boundaries, as it were.

[ Midnight grins. Is this a joke? He doesn't seem tipsy enough to pop out of his seat and explore, but it's the sort of ambiguous statement that has resistance built into it if you look hard enough. (Most do not look hard enough.) ]

I do hate the idea of becoming too complacent, anyhow. I like my freedom. But how does one communicate resistance to such fastidious jailers? They're so perfectly mysterious, you know... Their efforts to stay temptingly out of grasp would be very attractive, you know, if they had any mind to leverage it.

[ ... Does he contextualize every life scenario with flirting? It's more likely than you think! ]