Dylan chuckled, finding himself amused by the statement--he would've right-out laughed but he had enough sense to withhold that given the current circumstances surrounding them meeting. "You were like ten," he pointed out," raising a brow and shaking his head slowly, almost as if to show disapprovement over that, the smirk on his face only show how entertained he was by the thought--and thought of her anyone praising Dylan as being dependable. Maybe he was now, he supposed--not that he ever bothered to take a step back and consider--but he certainly hadn't been anywhere near it when he was younger. He'd worked because he needed money, plain and simple. He smiled wryly, too, and her comment about never getting married, though didn't voice his agreeance on that particular opinion.
His brow stayed raised when he noticed Elyse's movements, catching on a moment later when he glanced back over his shoulder to see who she was trying to avoid. Ah. "Yes, well," he continued, glancing back. "I suppose it's being thrown around a lot today."