It was an almost sweet sound, those girlish giggles. Matteo hardly anticipated that his attire might be of amusement to the young child he had come to visit today. Maeve, however, was quick to point out his unusual dress. His jeans and shirt had been exchanged for that far more formal suit that, frankly, Matteo had come to find uncomfortable after having spent the better part of the evening within it. At the very least, his meeting with Maeve was sure to prove far more intriguing (and likely far more mentally stimulating) than the decidedly droll one he had been forced to suffer some minutes before his rather dramatic exit. Matteo's lips parted to answer her very query before Maeve furthered that question. The young girl querying whether or not such attire adorned his figure in preparation for a date. Ah, but surely it was his turn to be amused now. A warm, easy chuckle rose smoothly from his lips then, the simper upon his features widened just a little more as he moved to seat himself at that table and opposite his Fae companion. A date! Such cheek! Yet- how he adored such things. Fae had lost far too much of the mischievousness of their species over the years. That very trait so seeming to have been all but bred out of their race through the centuries that had passed. To know a little of it existed still was rather pleasing. Matteo, for now however, so merely shook his head. That amusement upon his features hardly falters.

"Non, Mon Amie, I did not have a date. Indeed, I do not find myself inclined to date. I was at a meeting for my work. For reasons I may never understand they do not like it when I wear comfortable clothing, so they make me wear this. Do not be in a hurry to grow up, Young One. They will make you wear uncomfortable clothing one day too."

She was, perhaps, far too young to have his relationships so explained to her, yet she was surely of just the right age to understand that formal attire was not always a pleasant thing to partake in. Maeve reached near eagerly forward then, her hands grasping at the collection of objects she had placed before her as she held them suddenly towards him. Ah, how very curious. The Frenchman's silver gaze shifted toward that craft project she clutched. The man eyed it with a clear intrigue as Maeve pulled it back toward her chest, as if blessing it with her very heart- before holding it towards him to take. Matteo's own hand reached forward then, his fingers brushing momentarily agianst her own as he took that curious art piece. That low hum of....power that moved within it was distinctly curious. Was the child aware of what she had made? His gaze shifted briefly to her own once more. The young girl peering at him near imploringly as a simper tugged at his lips once more.

"Oui, it is very pretty. You have done very well indeed."

His critique of its appearance, it seemed, was far more critical to Maeve in that moment than that discussion of just what it was and whether or not she was aware of the power she had infused within it. A low level of power perhaps and yet....not at all without its uses. A power she could surely learn to strengthen and, in time, make quite formidable. The young girl's sudden declaration that it was a dream catcher was followed by her own confusion of sorts, as if Maeve understood her own creation only to an extent- before informing him it was to protect him. That she could surely protect everyone. Another warm simper found the Frenchmans lips in response to her sweet words. Ah, but it had been years since anyone had tried to....protect him. That role so usually his own and yet that gift was...touching. Sweet and decidedly kind of the young child even if her desires to protect everyone were perhaps more ambitious than her current power might provide.

"I have not had such a gift as this in a long time, Maeve. Thank you. I can feel the power it has within it. Do you make these often?"

This was surely a talent he meant to encourage. After all, such a talent would surely blossom and grow with each dream catcher she made. Shielding abilities were...upon the rarer side within their species. How important it surely was to foster her talents now. How curious he was of that little dream catcher he had been gifted. Matteo, for now, allowed his fingers to brush across that surface again before his gaze shifted to her own.

"It is a very bold thing to wish to protect everyone, Mon Amie. It is a very noble cause and so very kind of you. What is it that you make your, how you say, dream catchers, to protect people from?"

Was there an enemy she feared in particular? Did those very powers guide her in some fashion towards agianst something specific? Matteo, in that moment, so gently attempting to understand what Maeve so understood of her own gifts. A curious thought tugged at his own mind then. The warm simper upon his lips hardly falters as he eyed his young friend once more.

"Tell me, Maeve. What do you understand about the word 'forever'?"

c'est dur d'être un dieu.