[ Clay had fully prepared a mental script. He expected to tear this conversation from her, each question carefully considered to provoke her into sharing some small hint of her life outside of the Cadence Laine he worked with. But, past the snake-bitten and equally sharp creature he was all too familiar with- There was more to her.

Some curiosity- no, it was something lustful and perhaps deeper now, if he allowed that- craved to know that woman from the moment he saw her. Something in her eyes attracted him and the ferocity of her intellect and wit kept him drawn in.

As such, he’s taken aback and unprepared for her to contribute something back. It felt like a statement… but with an invitation to comment. How very well done, knowing her caution well by this point. Feeling like he’s trying to charm a snake, he minutely turns his head and flits his eyes to glance at her and is sure he met her eye for the briefest moment before he looked back to the road. ]

I do. I’m nostalgic for it, at least- but I thought you might also enjoy this show. Sirens-

[ His eyes flit to his right again. He never forgot that she didn’t truly admit to being that species Or deny it. ]

-originated in Greece, or so I have been led to believe. Your accent’s minutiae also has me speculating that you have Mediterranean roots. [ A grimace as he quickly tacks on an apology. Or some version of it. ]

I remember how asking you “personal” questions resulted prior, so I hope you’ll be forgiving of my attempt to entertain both of us with this decision.