Daia's mouth falls agape.

"You died? Are you okay???"

Of... of course he's okay. He's right in front of him, isn't he? Daia lowers his head when he realises just how silly his question is.

"Sorry..."

Daia shakes his head.

"No, not really. The rooms are pretty small. I mean, there's space under the beds, but not a lot. It'd be nice to have my own room someday, but I'm okay living with everybody else, too. It's... something I never had before. It's nice," he smiles.

And with the admittance that slave trade is not an appropriate first date story, he actually feels elated that Glorfindel does call it a date. And he smiles at the offer to meet up later for more stories.

"I'd like that. My favourite color is orange. ...Or blue? They're both pretty."

Daia tries to think of his own question to trade.

"Parties like this, have you been to them before? This is my first time. Well, for the masquerade kind, anyway. The first party I went to here, I'd never heard of before. But it was a lot of fun, too."

He laughs a little, remembering it. Pulling Kaiba to dance with him.