He laughed out loud, a hearty, exasperated laugh as her smile brightened. "You'll be the death of me, you know that right?" He teased. "Yes, more like Poirot... Keen observation, an ironclad memory, and patience... If you like you can always announce upon meeting a new person that you plan to uncover all their secrets, just so they have the heads up!"
He paused and then raised an eyebrow, "So, Ella. What about you? What goes on beneath the surface with you? Tell me about the wonderful room with all the plants?" He mirrored her intense, direct questioning style.