[ Her efforts to placate him are met with a stubborn tight-lipped crocodile stare from just above the waterline, but it finally softens up once she gets down to offering secrets of her own. And once she spits it out, his lips go back to being pursed, in a bit of a different manner. ]

[ A manner that doesn't work if the snort of laughter that escapes him is anything to go by. ]

... Yeah, Ana Ramir's a little bit cooler.

[ It's no cursed by magical talking cats story, making it an almost disappointing exchange, but it's one of those facts that builds on itself over the course of a minute, like the heat of a really spicy pepper. Being sort of tipsy doesn't help. Giving up on biting his lip, his smirk accompanies itself with a borderline giggle. ]

Seriously, only a few years ago? God I can't even picture you ever going by something that... delicate.