Seika would cock his eyebrow at the youngsters confusing actions and varying emotions. While he understood that the youth tended to be more open and free with expressing the various frustrations and often suffered greatly from their inability to contain them, this one just seemed a bit more vocal about her disagreements with him. He lacked the empathy to understand the fact that due to his rather blunt and tactless way of discussing his faith and his disagreements with other sects of the religion that he was obviously causing the young woman distress. To him instead it just seemed like a small child throwing a hissy fit because she was told she was wrong, and thus in the end he continued to scold her as such with no less fervor in his voice.
He was by nature a serious upstanding individual. By upbringing he did not understand how to relax and enjoy the company of others. Every moment of his life up until arriving in Fiore had been in service to Sol. Spreading Its glorious teachings and instilling a sense of congregation amongst those he could reach. For those that he couldn't, well... Smoldering ashes were still considered a patronage to the might and heat of Sol. A reminder that even Icarus could not fly so close to Its radiance. And for those who shunned Its warmth and message, a similar fate would befall them.
He frowned as he considered the youth however with a single smoldering orange eye without her noticing., a small epiphany crossing his visage as he studied her frustrated frame as she attempted to cool down her heated passions over his cool words. The sight of such an individual was indeed something that the texts preached, the ideal visage of one who could spread Sol's merciful teachings far and wide. Even if she didn't follow the texts all the way right now, she clearly embodied a great deal of Sol's ways and mannerisms. The only problem seemed to stem from the fact that she was held back by her paltry view of the world. The feeling that playing nice with those who did not agree with the message of Sol was necessary to complete the task was almost foolish in a way. If he could cultivate and harness such passion and zealotry for Sol's purposes. Oh what a glorious fire it would be.
His eye closed as he returned from his musings, a small serene smile crossing his face as he regarded the young woman's change of objective to quenching her thirst. No doubt it was so that she would avoid yelling at him for his rather uncouth ways, but that was neither here nor there. Agreeing simply, the lumbering giant would fall into step behind her, quiet throughout the entire trip, even as they stopped and took a seat. He rebuked the offer of warm milk for a glass of water, not really a fan of the creamy substance himself as he looked about the establishment they had settled in. His burning orange eyes piercing through the paltry veils that the commoners had put up about themselves to disguise the horrible filth they called an existence. Truly this was a land the required Sol's blessing the most. Yes, this 'Divine' would serve Sol well, even if she didn't realize it herself.