Hands clasped behind his back, he breathes a laugh. "She has a level of talent rarely seen before. It's exceptional." And, in his culture, would have been gladly cultivated. Though he's aware of the divide- an more respectful of it than other Nietzscheans.

"Have you thought about it?" He asks, starting to walk around her, giving her a good once over like a museum curator would give an artefact of high quality. Though respectful of those boundaries he is still what he is, and doesn't shy from appraisal of the people around him.