One of the consequences of being here seems to be those unavoidable and awkward conversations dancing on the tips of tongues. It's not something Hans particularly one to discuss, but it seems to crop up regardless of his whims. Seems there's only so long you can run from it, but they have a few miles of conversation left now at least.
"I do like dessert." He muses agreeably, nodding his head as he considers just how hungry he is. "I didn't think you had a sweet tooth, Queen Elsa. I suppose it runs in the family, doesn't it?" He raises a brow as he steps into the elevator, letting out a soft laugh at her flattery.
"I'm fortunate to have befriended some people with a little more finesse than I can boast. You learn a lot from watching people around here." He'll just smile at the compliment, choosing not to indulge his ego and simply vilify her thoughts. "If you're ever at a loss, I'm happy to help."
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"I do like dessert." He muses agreeably, nodding his head as he considers just how hungry he is. "I didn't think you had a sweet tooth, Queen Elsa. I suppose it runs in the family, doesn't it?" He raises a brow as he steps into the elevator, letting out a soft laugh at her flattery.
"I'm fortunate to have befriended some people with a little more finesse than I can boast. You learn a lot from watching people around here." He'll just smile at the compliment, choosing not to indulge his ego and simply vilify her thoughts. "If you're ever at a loss, I'm happy to help."