"Maybe a little unfair." Her smile only grows at his reaction. It's funny, but she can't quite tell if he's exactly like her or the exact opposite. "It does suit you."

And then she flicks his glass with her long nails and it makes a soft ping, playful as ever. Some people are easier with seriousness and others with playfulness, but she suspects that what he prefers most is honesty in whichever form it takes. She can't give him that, but she can give some false approximation of someone else's honesty. "What are you drinking?"