He listened quietly, keenly when she said his name. This was important.. her pronunciation, the shape of her mouth, her wrung hands. Wolfric's eyes were dark and dilated, taking in every detail. "Hmm.." raising his nose slightly and with a sideways stare at her, he sighed and shook his head. "No, not yet." He knew right away she was uncomfortable with his nickname and so shrugged it off, not caring to elaborate.

Wolfric took his glasses off and began to rub them with a corner of his pajamas. "You know, without these I can barely see you." He spoke while looking directly at her, his hands rubbing the lens with avocado green cotton. "I like to believe they were charmed by muggles to help everyone see better." Wolfric had a secret, and it had something to do with muggles. "What is it about people's eyes that irk you, Nerissa?" he asked thoughtfully, putting his spec-free glasses back on.