"Well, you're a diamond, I guess you wouldn't be." It was always weird when Sophie was a diamond. Even when Quentin died, it hadn't really been something he'd been able to get used to. But then again, she was less inclined to be a diamond around him. He supposed that he probably wasn't great company anyway.
"I only looked in her window. Didn't stick around to peek in anyone else's. Why? Did I miss nudist Wednesdays?" Gar flirted like other people used accents. It wasn't really something he could control, it just got thicker or thinner depending on his mood. At a time like this, when he was trying desperately to keep himself from thinking, it poured out.