Dahj much preferred to talk about Connor than she did herself. He seemed to know so much more about his world and the place he had and wanted to have in it. Human oppressors. Rose up. His story may not have much happier than her own, but she did envy him for the clarity that he had.
"Aesthetically pleasing, huh?" she teased. "So you're saying you know you're cute." Her lips pressed in to try and keep herself from grinning, or worse, blushing, and she nodded her head a little as the teasing continued non-verbally. "I see how it is."
She did smile when he changed his hair just slightly but did not reach out to touch the curls. She wanted to. For science, obviously. It was then she realized she had still been holding his hand. Dahj let it go slowly, almost reluctantly.