Adalina could only have looked more grumpy if her clothes were damp or there was a marching band playing in the room. What was with that sudden smile, anyway? And-- where the hell was he going? Grumpiness switched to grumpy confusion. "Hey, hey." But he just went on with whatever the hell he was doing, which, okay, might have been partially why he was, as she'd said, fun.
Curiosity and her silent demand for him to continue where he'd left off were both sated as he sat back down at her feet. Good boy.
"Same question. Even though there's so many reasons. I mean, first of all," she gestured to all of herself, "hello." She was a serious catch, obviously. "And you're a masochist. Which I'm kind of into, and you're kind of into, but. Other than all that."