She made a lot of sense, if you gave a damn about other people's feelings. But Archer didn't. Feelings were irrational and difficult, and wrangling with emotions was simply moronic. Yes, it was terrible that this building was full of gossip, lies, and backstabbing. Yes, it was even worse that people seemed to actually get hurt here. But it was all very human. No amount of dislike would change it, and attempting to stop such behaviors would only end in disaster. Still, it was sweet, in a horribly sentimental way, that Isobel felt so strongly about such things.
So unenlightened.
His thoughts began to wander, however, as she began to fiddle with the hem of his T-shirt. He leaned back against the counter, drumming his fingers on its surface as he tried to focus on her words. "Both are quite...odd." Clearing his throat, he glanced away for a moment before looking back at her. As she emphasized his identity, he offered her a thin smile. "Thank you. I would hope that there is." It was almost a joke, but not quite.
After a moment, he wrinkled his brow. "You told stories to free a pirate? What kinds of stories?"