"Still an ex-boyfriend," he chirped. The talking and gentle teasing was doing its job and he was feeling much calmer, distracted from his nerves.
"You really are, Rissa. Something else entirely. I only wish that I were interested in women so I could sweep you off your feet and take you away to be my bride. But, alas." He heaved a dramatic sigh and placed the back of his hand to his forehead, eyelids fluttering.
Another snort. "You keep dreaming, my dove, and it may one day come true. After I'm gone, of course." He laughed. "Well, can't have that, I would look horrible with a buzz cut. Can you even imagine that?"