It wasn't supposed to be a lecture, and nor was it supposed to be about differences but similarities, so Tony frowned his frustration at this rejection and stretched back up to his feet impatiently as Felwinter pressed the point that Tony had been trying to drive him out of. "He doesn't like to talk about it," he grumbled back at Felspring, though he was starting to think it would be a much less annoying conversation even with Cayde trying to push him off.

The question took him by surprise, making him raise his eyebrows and touch a hand to his chest like he had to make sure it was him that Felspring was asking. He supposed it made sense, if the conversation the couple were assuming they were having was about aesthetics, but a) they weren't talking about him and b) no one had ever really asked that. Something about his strangely tepid reputation here that Felwinter mentioned, much less armor of uncharitable assumptions between him and anyone wondering about his motivations, might have made it more necessary. "Makes me go faster," he dismissed at first, dropping his hand with a wave then onto his hip like that was the only and most obvious answer. After a beat he seemed to reconsider, fingers of his free hand slowly fanning and curling his discomfort and gaze darting as he admitted, "The gold was a girlfriend--fiancee, at the time. Said the grey was scary." He tilted his head, glancing back to Felwinter then--maybe he understood that feeling. "Scared kids. Said I should be a golden knight to match my--..." He huffed, fist clenched tight then, clearly done with sharing. "It's not so easy here--or, it wasn't, before they put that glitter fountain in the new ship. Really livens the place up. Don't know why some people don't like it."