[ The words may not get the reaction she expected. He doesn't scoff or look away, but he meets her gaze with a lazy half-smile. The comment about being a 'softie' is completely forgiven for the accompanying positivity in their success. God, how he could use the positivity sometimes.

But he says nothing and listens to her description. Ah, young 'love'. How it can brighten every facet of the world and be so simultaneously foolish.

He returns to his food while continuing the conversation. ]

Oh? How did the two of you meet?