Daia almost spills his drink when his question is bounced back at him. Why didn't he think these things through? Of course he would ask it back.

He fidgets with his drink for a bit, genuinely thinking. And after what feels like a lifetime of thought to him, (though probably only a minute or two) he finally answers.

"W-well... I like... someone who is nice. A lot of nice. I didn't really get to grow up around nice people a lot." He can feel his heart pound as he talks about this. "And... someone I won't lose... who can live longer? Is nice... I don't... like to be alone..."

He bites his lower lip as his face can't help but fall a little bit. But he tries to perk himself back up.

"B... but the last one isn't necessary. I know... lots of people I like are only mortal."