She laughed at his little snort, letting her fingers linger in his hair for a moment before she pulled her hand away. She laid easily on the bed, letting out another soft kind of sigh. She apparently felt very, very exasperated today. And tired. And lonely. And rejected, in so many ways. She would lay here and mope forever, if she could. "You have amazing genetics, then." She replied. "Good looks and nice hair." She complimented, though she said it with a bit of sarcasm. She was serious, though. It was almost kind of unfair.