The lazy motions of Zidane's tail caught his attention, but Ingus did his best not to stare at it. There were all sorts of odd people here, who was to say that the folk of Zidane's world did not all come equipped with tails? He would not be rude enough to comment on it or ask about it, not unless it came up appropriately in conversation. Even if he did have to master a surge of curiosity about it.

"I suppose that it does sound something like a child's fairytale," he admitted, smiling softly. "Much like that which I myself listened to when I was younger, and which I yearned to be part of as I grew. I fancied myself the noble hero, the savior of the kingdom and the Princess." Not that he was honestly that old now, but he wasn't going to let that slow him down in any way.

The revelation caused him to hum thoughtfully, and he toed his boots off before stretching out in unconscious mimicry of Zidane along his own bed. If nothing else, he had been up and on his feet for quite some time now, and it did feel nice to stretch out and take a break. "Heroes, hm? This world claims that of us already in the title that they call us by. I wonder what exactly it is that we are supposed to do in order to earn this title. I imagine that simply sitting around at home will not accomplish anything." Not that he himself would be comfortable doing such a thing.