"I'd like to think it was pretty good for the seventeenth century." He tilted his head. "It was more fun than anything, its a shame there aren't near as many blacksmiths."

"Ah, well, you can probably see why it's fallen out of fashion." She said sarcastically. "It must've been nice, back then. Some of it, at least." She shrugged, watching him.

"I vote the angels should hire me for making the Death blades. But they have people for that or something." He said evenly, so far his smile had stayed. "Oh most definitely, this century is too into the whole technology thing. It was much better back then. -Minus the incurable sicknesses, wife beating and hanging." He added, looking down at her.

"I could and also couldn't see you doing that. But I don't know, angels making weapons that are designed to murder? I don't think so." She gave him a mock offended look. "This century? I grew up in this century, dude. I guess the whole technology thing is right though." She admitted, enjoying the fact that he was still smiling. She rolled her eyes at hos last comment. "Oh, yeah, just some minor weaknesses."

"Theres a lot you don't know about the angels," he said a little fancifully, angels weren't quite as innocent as she appeared to believe. "You'd have loved all of the animals, there were far more agriculturallly drawn people back then. I think you'd have had a flock of sheep at hand if you were there."

"How mysterious." Trix said sarcastically. "Im sure there were, but I don't think me and sheep mix very well. Maybe horses or cows. Cows are cute." She nodded, grinning at him.

"Horses and cows are nice, I'd prefer the horses though. Cows slobber a lot." He said that like he'd had a bad experience or something.

"Horses are nice. Well yeah, they slobber, but that's kind of what makes them cute to begin with. What do you have against cows anyway?" She chuckled, looking around at the people passing by as they entered a more crowded hallway.

He glanced down at her, making a slightly uncomfortable expression. "I'm not entirely all that fond of things that drool. Not even dogs that do." He made some small gesture with his hands that was like he felt something was on them.

"If that isn't prejudiced, I don't know what is. Remind me, the next time we see each other, for me to take you to either a pound or a cow field." She teased. "So, what do you do in angel-land? Besides annoy me and save people, that is. You must have some kind of hobby."