Isobel had to laugh slightly at that, but she wasted no time in sliding over towards him, legs pulled up onto the couch and head finding a home against his shoulder. "You're different from the guys and girls I usually talk to. Then again, they're usually so drunk they don't know what they're doing, so we really don't talk too much." There was another laugh, and she let out a sigh, easing in against him. "You're different. But it's a good difference, Jazz."