~Tennyson. This one is on me. Let me accept that.

I'm sorry, sometimes I forget 'ow much you've been through. We are that, at any rate.

An intriguing mystery.~

You accept too much responsibility. Fine, you were a hound. You went for the pretty one when the not-as-pretty one would have been just fine. But she's no innocent and you shouldn't play with people like that. So you were both wrong. Feel better.

Yeah, well, I hide most of my ugly on the inside. Makes it easy to forget.

[She snorts.]

~Thank you.

True. I think yer beautiful.

You are.~

You're welcome.

I think you might be near sighted. [She laughs and shakes her head.] I'm alright.

Yeah? What's so intriguing about me?

[Even when he had a face, Jonothon's best feature was his eyes - expressive and piercing. He fixed Tennyson with a deliberate gaze for once.]

~Yer brilliant.

Of course yer intriguing. You've seen a lot already, and you've a fast mind. You probably 'ave lots of deep thoughts.~

[She laughs and runs her fingers through her hair. She was better at taking compliments than she used to be but she was still pretty awkward at it. Most of the time she just cracked a joke and changed the subject. Much the way she just did before. There is something in the way he's looking at her that stops her from doing it a second time.]

Thank you. Anyway, what were talking about?

Me? Hardly. I'm totally shallow.

~I think I was whingeing, as usual.

'Ow you figure?~

[She smirks.] You are a total whiner. This is true.

Well, maybe not totally shallow but I am very American in my attention span and love for instant pleasure. It's like my TV. I would rather watch a season in a day than an episode once a week.

~That just means yer intense.~

That's a nice way to put it.