He could only grin at her groan. Oh why did he love to push her buttons so badly? To see the flash of annoyance and anger on her face before she calmed back down? Maybe he just liked to see how she improving? “no? Oh come on, we could rock to Jailhouse rock.” He teased, loving to push it. Loving to just push her a little. A little shrug to her shock. “I probably don’t know everyone. I just know a lot. And then others are similar-looking, or family with someone I know, so it gets harder to see difference.” He explained. Although, he definitely didn’t keep track of them all. He continued to move them around on the dancefloor though, to the music. “Oh that’s not news. Have you seen your people-glare? You seem the most at peace when there’s at most two people around you.”
“Jailhouse rock?” Lila repeated and gave him another weird look. What the fuck was that? She sure didn’t know, but it sounded like some sort of weird old thing. She had to shudder and shake her head at him. He really was some sort of freak. Who rocks in jailhouses? She’d never understand. “Probably helps with the business though, since connections are everything,” she remarked, knowing some things, but obviously she’d be shit at that for herself. She moved around with him, slowly getting a bit more comfortable with it. “No? How could I? Do you think I can see my face right now?” she retorted and lifted an eyebrow as she looked up at him. Okay, so there was the sass. “Yeah, two is MORE than enough. One is better. Zero is best.” Or so she thought, but she would actually get pretty lonely if always on her own. And revert to some extra grumpy and hermit type ways.






