She laughed, shaking her head incredulously. "Well, if we come back from this alive, I'll be sure to change that," she said.
"You underestimate me," she said, shaking her head cheekily. His mood changes didn't really seem to bother her. "I'm a very good talker."
She nudged him playfully. "Well, I've met better dressed executives, so I suppose we're both flawed."
"You've met executives better dressed than I? I believe that. Luckily, when people are drunk they don't care about your outfit. I spend a lot of time with drunk people." He ducked away from her nudge.
"Ah, that explains it," she said, nodding to herself. "Of course all your friends are alcoholics. It explains your charm." This last thing she said sarcastically, and she kicked some snow upon the air, watching it glitter as it fell back down.
"My friend's aren't alcoholics. I go to a lot of parties, and I have a lot of parties. I like to live the life." He rolled his eyes.
She smiled, holding up her hands in mock surrender. "Right. How could I possibly doubt the sobriety of your friends?"
"God," she said crossing her arms. "What were you like as a kid? I feel like you set up teddy bears for a business meeting and then ripped all their heads off."
"As a child," he began, a smile at the corners of his mouth, "I was very well-mannered and polite most of the time. I didn't tear anything of mine, but I may have messed with a few people."
"I wasn't a goody two shoes. I was the kid who gained the teachers trust so I could put thumbtacks on their seat so they would think I was innocent."
"That's not my problem." He pulled his hands out of his pockets, scratching at his temple for a moment. "It would be yours."
She raised an eyebrow, and frowned. "I stand by my original theory," she said. "Would have hated you."
"As much as I know it would lighten your heart," she said. "No, I don't hate you. You're very hard for me to understand, though. I can't really get a grasp on your character."
"Is that right? How disappointing. I was hoping you despised me," he said sarcastically, crossing his arms.
