She listened to him talk, and knew what he was talking about. They were liked that, but not all of them. She wondered what it would be like if she didn't have to worry about social standing and reporters and how she was expected to act and everything that came with her last name. She swallowed. "I don't really know," she said softly. "I've never really experienced that." She hadn't except when she was alone, and by herself. True, of her siblings she probably had the least amount of expectations placed on her, but they were still there.
She blinked at him. "You were made?" She paused and held up a hand. "Wait, sorry, that's probably something you don't want to go into details about, and you don't have to tell me."
"I'm glad," She bit her lip. "I think you're a very cute guy, and not as evil seeming as you say." She smiled up at him and on impulse kissed his cheek.