Pretty? Emyli had been called a lot of things in her young life, but she had not heard the word 'pretty' since she was a little girl. Lately now, if it was a compliment, it was something much cruder, or it was an insult. She couldn't help the raised eyebrows and the amused smile that kept growing wider on her face. "Aren't you a sweetheart, then." She ran her bottom lip between her teeth before glancing down to her nails, chipping at the flaking polish with her thumbnail. Her eyes flashed back up to him with a steady gaze. "You'd be too good to be true if you're that sweet and you can handle talking to me without worrying about your reputation."
"See, old ladies like that don't believe nice guys like you should ever speak to people like me." It was a true enough statement, even though she said it like a joke. "And I don't need to stand under street lights and shout for people to look at me. They tend to do that on their own." That, too, was true enough. At least, Oz here had looked of his own volition and that was more than enough to please Emyli. His last words caused her to full out giggle, though. "Oh yes. I'm kind of a favorite topic for old ladies who are easily scandalized. I think the only thing I could do to make the judge harder would be if I was running around here naked." There was a thought. She might have to save that one for a rainy day. "So, how can you still hear them? I'm sure my hearing has been damaged from my the mp3 player being to loud, but I don't think I'm that bad off."