Darius looked away as if recalling something nostalgic and sighed. "No, I've painted perfection before. I still have the pieces I can show you. " He waved a hand out stretched to the scene before them. "There is perfection in many places since one can't define it in a single fashion. It is like saying every sunset is the same, or that we must be limited to one favorite food or color." He turned towards Calliope with a brighter smile as he felt that passion for beauty and art. "But I've only seen perfect people twice."

When the answer about where he was staying came,  Darius' face fell. That was where his brother had worked? Owned? Frequented? Something, he didn't remember or wanted to. That death that had caused so much trouble for him lately. "Ah... I see.." he quickly shook his head. "Sorry, I've heard recently there has been... a lot of misery there. I am very sorry about that. Please stay safe." He took his hand in both of Darius' and looked into his face, full of concern. "If you are ever afraid, I will give you sanctuary." It was a strange thing to offer someone he had just met. And for all he knew, this young man could murder him and rob  him blind when his back was turned. But he recalled Sonia and how she had needed rescuing once. He had to make the offer even though he hoped it was never needed.