So, music and painting. Cross has little interest in the arts. Never has, alive or dead. To him, they are little more than pointless diversions. There are better things to do, or at least more pressing concerns. Still, he nods pleasantly along as Cynthia explains. What she chooses to waste her time on is her own business.
I like you. There's just something about you, that isn't as...biting, as I've become accustomed to.
Alice's words draw a look from Cross. For a fraction of a second there is surprise in his eyes as he processes them. It's a very naked assessment of this new arrival--and it strikes the Burned Man as premature. There's something else that strikes him as well: who's company is so biting? Could it be his own? Cross knows he's not easy to be around at times. Most times, frankly. But the sentiment worries him nonetheless.
When he speaks, though, none of this is apparent in his neutral tone: "Very good. I can show you to the remains of the previous Pit later. It may be easler to clear that space for use once again than starting from scratch."
Cynthia's question seems to amuse Cross, if the faint smile on his lips is any indication: "Sorry to say I'm not very creative," he replies. Not unless you count coming up with novel ways of hurting people. "Though I did help to design and construct the catacombs down here, which was very...satisfying. In it's own way." He pauses, as if considering the words he's just spoken. "Other than that, I spend a lot of my time focused on security issues. Here, and throughout the domain. And studying the Testament of the Dark Prophet." That last bit has a testing quality to it. How would this new arrival react to his confession of Faith?