He knew about steampunk. Travis liked steampunk a little -- it had been part of Tyrus's original concept, making a "steampunk gangster," to use Travis's words -- though the aesthetic was close enough to alchemists' aesthetic on Zenderael to be hard to differentiate what he had memories of while he grew up. He looked down at the airship thoughtfully. It was actually a rather innovative idea, he thought. Something they should have tried already on Zenderael.
"That's awesome," he said, and even if the words were not ones he would use naturally, the awe and respect in his voice was. "This thing will be incredible if you can get it up. Let's see--ah, yeah."
He looked over the horse sketch next. He hadn't build a riding construct, but he had seen them and weighed ideas for a two-legged one before. He should get back to it. "I like it. You definitely got a thing for the animal designs, here, Doctor Doolittle." He grinned in Malachai's direction, before he looked back at the table. He studied the design for a moment.
He started seeing improvements. But could he suggest them, without giving himself away? Damn it. He had been careful with meeting Travis's friends one-on-one for a reason.
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"That's awesome," he said, and even if the words were not ones he would use naturally, the awe and respect in his voice was. "This thing will be incredible if you can get it up. Let's see--ah, yeah."
He looked over the horse sketch next. He hadn't build a riding construct, but he had seen them and weighed ideas for a two-legged one before. He should get back to it. "I like it. You definitely got a thing for the animal designs, here, Doctor Doolittle." He grinned in Malachai's direction, before he looked back at the table. He studied the design for a moment.
He started seeing improvements. But could he suggest them, without giving himself away? Damn it. He had been careful with meeting Travis's friends one-on-one for a reason.