Well this had taken a turn for the very, very surreal. One moment they're laughing until the lights flicker, the next she feels like she's blindfolded on a cliffside about to dive into a freezing, roiling river. At least he seemed to take this as seriously as she did. If it turned out she was even considering entertaining the idea that he was some electric Jesus and he was just pulling her leg, she was gonna toss those caramel-coated sprinkle-bedazzled ice cubes into his pretty face.
Reviewing both answers in her mind while running a hand through her short hair, the blonde pixie took a short, steady breath, studying his too-serious eyes. "So ... so, you think you're ... Zeus' meatbag." Eyes as doe-eyed as a virgin's on prom night, Evan nodded slowly, before a sudden smile crackled across her lips, a quick laugh escaping before she could clamp her hand over her face. Between giggles, she forced an explanation, eyes shining with mirth while managing to still look genuinely concerned. "I'm sorry, I ..." Chortle. "I'm not laughing because this is funny, I ... " Snicker." I'm laughing because I have no idea what else to do. But it's not funny." Shaking her head, she forced away the laughter, covering her face for a brief moment. "I'm sorry. Okay. Sorry." Taking her hands away and folding them on the table, she gave a definitive nod. "I'm back."
Shaking her head to clear her mind once more, Evan flicked her eyes to the ceiling, drawing in her bottom lip. "I'm suggesting ... you prove it." He liked a challenge, didn't he? And if he'd made the electricity ebb and tide before, he could do it again. Right? "Make them flicker." Oh, she believed that he could. In her heart, she pretty well fuckin' knew ... but maybe he needed the proof, himself.