What, no, that sounded ridiculous. Surely not, he was so nice to her, genuine and endearing, unfurling and relaxing around her like one of the flowers in her greenhouse that only blossomed during the full moon. It wasn't often that she felt a fourth as intuitive as her sister, but she was sure that he was relaxing, that his happiness was real, and his words were as genuine as she wanted them to be. Something about him seemed to make sense to her in a way that people so rarely did, and the parts that she didn't understand? Peisinoê actually wanted to, where usually she lost focus or became impatient too rapidly with people when there were more sensible options. Like Math. Math didn't judge her.
But neither did Cohen. He looked inexplicably both handsome and cute when he got all flustered like that, and she was trying to find a good response other than 'how can that be true you're so-' because honestly she just wasn't the best at this - when he made that joke about being disappointed. It had her snorting as she sipped at her juice, "Even if it's my kind of odd?" Peisinoê grinned at him, watching him from where she stood, cradling her head in her head and resting her elbow on the counter. Feeling confidence enough in herself and him that she was trying to flirt and tease. Something that she wasn't even ready to do with her briefly had arranged fiancé and they were obliged to be kind even if she made a fool of herself. Cohen was not, but she still felt bold enough anyway.
Ah. Was she that obvious? Peisinoê gave a half shrug, "Well. It's a good thing you found me then, hm?" It was much quieter and more sincere than she had intended, echoing between them in the empty house, something real and almost intimate with the way her honey eyes sought out his. Hearing that he wasn't really one for games either made some tension she didn't realize she was carrying ease out, and she found a ridiculous idea popping into her head. Though she should probably get used to that when it came to him, ideas coming from her heart instead of her head, and feeling bold enough to go with them rather than chewing them over and reanalyzing a dozen ways. One of her hands reached out towards his, pinky first, "I don't think you could ever look stupid to me, but I want to hear your thoughts and opinions - even if they seem upsetting. I promise, if you do upset me, I'll listen. Because I want to understand you. Because I like you. And you're, well you." That turned...Far deeper than she meant, originally, but she meant it, and maybe the silliness of a pinky promise balanced it out? The last bit even came out in a rush, eyes off to the side as she was struck with embarrassment suddenly.