"I may have to be smug about that for a little while. If that's alright with you." She had missed him. He was utterly different when he wasn't himself, and while they had spent time working on her charm, which had greatly helped with her dislike of crowds, she had missed that spark that made him who he was. Probably as much as he had.
Shannon did pout a little. "That's probably for the best, I need to work on controlling what I have. I think that fire, a few hours ago, was me setting my clothes on fire." Though she really didn't want the break. "May I ask why, and get an answer?" Because she knew she could ask, just like she knew he could withhold that answer.