The young woman shook her head slightly. "Do not fret, it is no trouble." Ora smiled her eyes glancing to him for a moment. She honestly didn't mind the questions, sure, they were awkward and made her slightly uncomfortable, but she had no reason to not answer. Ora enjoyed the man's company, she had no reason to not answer his curiosities. Part of what he said did bother her, though, her not being able to feel the same as a human. "How would I not be able to feel the same as a human?" Ora frowned, genuinely hurt, she was young, naive, but she had no reasons to doubt her ability to feel the same as a human. Nero did have a point, though, she did not know how a Human would react to most things, she did understand most emotions, but some were entirely foreign to her, one such was love in a romantic sense.
The young woman frowned down at herself, doubting her own perception of the world. How different was the world through her eyes compared to the man a few feet from her? Maybe she wasn't capable of feeling the same as a human would, but to Ora, she felt the same as she always did. While Konti frequently seemed to treat love different from most people, it wasn't unheard of for a Konti to love someone. Ora's attention moved back to Nero as he began to speak again.
The young woman felt her cheeks redden more than they ever had. She listened silently, her eyes remaining on her glass until Nero finished speaking, at which point her gaze returned to him. Ora thought over his words, appreciating each one as it left his mouth. "I do not wish for any harm to come to you by my doing." Ora calmly said, her eyes continuing to rest on Nero. "I do not know what to say to that..." She said quietly, her eyes moved away from him as she stood up. Ora set the glass down on the table next to the pitcher, her fingers resting on the table top. "It sounds odd, but, I do not think I know what love is, at least, romantic love." A small frown crossed her face as she turned to face Nero. "Maybe that is what I feel," The young woman continued about the room, moving just to move. "How about we get going?" Sudden topic change, Ora was uncomfortable, she needed to think things over, not that thinking would do much good.