"Only someone that lies would think that of others," she pointed out with a wiggle to her brow. "Are you a liar Aleksei? The Southern drawl, attractive as it may be, could easily be a plot to distract from the lack of truth-telling." Lips pressed together so she wouldn't laugh and she tried her very best serious face, a bit like what she would give to a child when asking if they stole another cookie.
"Sandman is wonderful. I will let you borrow it if you'd like." She actually had those in her room. "Whose team would you chose?" she asked, speaking of the X-Men. "Though, we're kind of living in Xavier's Institute aren't we? We even have the danger room."
Layla blinked. "I'm not that little!" she protested, though the sound came out much more like a squeak than an actual authoritative sound. "Besides. I have the advantage, Mister Cavanaugh. They're called boobs." It wasn't until the statement was out of her mouth that she realized what she said. But instead of blushing brightly, arms crossed over her chest and she nodded in affirmation.