[ Tylor nods happily through the first point, letting Ganymede's head swell as much as it likes. The comment directed at him only tilts his head as he dances close to him. ]

You really think so? You know, I've been told that before.

[ Spoken as he shrugs continues to go along with the ebb and flow of their movements. ]

I see. But what sort of possibilities do you usually contend with?