Most times, outside observers would have a hard time imagining that they're anything but bitter rivals while there are other times when those around them would find their rivalry hard to believe. Look at the way they look at either other, listen to the tone of their voices when they speak, pay attention to the soft touches they think no one else sees. Their rivalry isn't much of a rivalry at all.

As they walk, Nam reaches out to lightly brush his fingers against some of the plants they pass. Gorgeous, each and every one of them. He's not really giving them the attention they deserve, however. It's merely a distraction, a way to keep himself from getting lost in his phoenix's beauty. He does spare a glance for the bird, however, when he speaks and offers a grin of his own.

"If you'd like to see them, then that would be best. You wouldn't want to miss out." There's an almost imperceptible change to his tone, a sudden lightness to it that none other than those who know him very well might notice. It sounds like this isn't to be his only night with Gaja, after all. His happiness at the prospect may be subdued, but it's still there.