Shae listened to this reasoning with a smile and a nod. "Isn' dat how it is sometimes? All or no'ting? Ei'der way, dis accent still soun's outta place."
It was interesting how quickly this stranger seemed to be warming up to him, not that he minded in the slightest; he was almost ready to offer his lap as a pillow. He'd never been the shy type, anyway. It was the accent, that's what usually did it- just enough drawl to be charming and endearing rather than off-putting. Shae absolutely took advantage of that fact.
Ah, so this was part of the game, too, was it? Miss Mirza seemed to be dangling the proverbial carrot in his face- who was he to ignore it? "It's hard to b'lieve anyt'ing could disagree wit' you, ma cher. Da night shif' always makes life difficult."
Mirza's revelation was enough for Shae to pause mid-drag, and he turned to give the newly designated Mister a more thorough inspection. Adam's apple? Check. Total lack of funbags? Double check. Pretty brown doe eyes? Mais oui.
"...is dat so?" The grin that split his face said more than any words could have. "Well now...do I look disappointed?"