"By any chance is your name short for Honey, because your awfully sweet." Tierno proceeds to do a little dance, hoping to impress "her". Of course, little does he know that this she is actually a he.
Hun was no stranger to being hit on by grunts, especially the newer males; he'd heard nearly every line that could possibly pun on his name, and this one was no exception. To combat these situations, Hun had quickly gathered a repertoire of scathing remarks to reply with, and he prepared one quite readily—and yet it died before it even got to his throat.
He laughed, instead. He laughed out loud. While he had no patience for the pickup line, itself, he found the dance the boy broke into a little... quaint. Like he was some kind of Jolly-natured pokemon, a pikachu, maybe.
Well, maybe he could play along, this once. It couldn't hurt. "Cute dance," he replied. "If dances were snowflakes, I'd want a blizzard from you."
