"Well then, what is it Lyca? Tell me." D'Artigo shifted his head to the side, his hair flowing down around his face. His eyes begin shifting, from their pale blue-grey to a brilliant golden hue. She was holding something back... but what?
Taking a step towards her, with his arms out at his sides, D'Artigo asks, "But why? Have I not been a good enough friend to you to know your secrets? Are you denying me the knowledge, only to turn around and tell Kitten, or Pale Rose? Why Lyca? Why not tell me?"
Keeping with his advance, D'Artigo continues pressing. "But why? Information is a powerful thing Lyca... why would you not share a powerful thing with people who you trust? The whole reason you brought me out here was so you could open up without being embarrassed... so open up."
Stopping short of Ciridia, about an arm and a half away, D'Artigo spoke in his sickly sweet voice. "Don't you want to let it all out? Don't you want to let everything out, so that nothing hides away? That makes me feel better. Don't you want to feel better?"