Her disbelief or skepticism was maybe just a tad obvious, but Zach wasn’t offended. Again, she wouldn’t be the first person to assume that because he was a cocky pain in the ass sometimes that he lacked the ability to be thoughtful and actually care about people and their feelings. He would have shrugged if it weren’t for the fact he was leaning against the wall. “I don’t know, you tell me if you think it destroys my Casanova persona or not?” His opinion didn’t really matter on this subject, because of course he was going to say that hid admittance to being a thoughtful person bore no effect on whether or not he got attention.
Zach’s smirky expression only intensified when it became obvious that she at least hadn’t been offended by her joke. Sometimes it was so hard to tell a person’s humor or not. “Not that you’ll admit to, anyway,” he followed that remark up with a wink. “And that one I believe.” She’d have to be a truly twisted person to really dream about imprisoning people – and Zach definitely didn’t think she was twisted, not at all. He was only momentarily distracted by the smirk that she let slide into place, counting that as a win because it was an expression that seemed almost vaguely like she was enjoying herself.
The hallway had a chill to it that Zach wasn’t used to. The infirmary was one of the warmest places in the compound, and when he spent so much time there it became easy to forget that other places around the grounds were actually fairly chilly if not downright freezing.
“Just five people, including myself,” They were running on a higher staff than normal, usually they only had a two or three people on shift at a time. Smiling slightly, he tried not to be surprised by her offer of help. “Are you really offering up your help?” He didn’t mean to question her, but it was kind of an out of left field sort of offer. “Because I won’t say no if you really are,” Zach added on. Shaking his head and laughing slightly, he answered. “Nope, definitely would like to keep the balancing acts to a minimum.”