They certainly did a number on him, seeing him like that is.. hard. There's no way to help it, either. Not without endangering us both.

[His hands are folded over his lap politely, he's clearly trying to stay reserved. His brows furrow in confusion at her words, he's a strange mix of shocked and impressed.]

I had a feeling his arrogance was warranted. [There's a brief, fond smile.] What compelled him to do that? How did he do that?