There's something about the way he just rolls with the affront of popcorn that tugs her smile a little more, a little differently. But honestly, the manner in which he dances the cards fluidly that pulls heavily at a deep rooted familiarity that she both recognized and tried mightily to push away. It's not too successful as he speaks, and she hums as she cants her head, aiming to push off a genuine growing interest as merely more amusement.

Part of her seriously wonders if he's a telepath as he defines such wonderful, simple tasks that could easily be from her memories or desires. They're not terribly sexy, not to most she imagines, but to someone who cannot touch properly. Living a normal, quiet life remains an indulgent thought for someone with such heavy weights of responsibility resting on her shoulders. There had been moments in her life where she believed it possible, but those slipped through her fingers like water, unable to take solid shape before washing away.

Her eyes flutter ever so slightly as she fights those memories from rising enough to affect her features, but she manages to shift it to a huff of a laugh at the mention of tea.

"That's the hot stuff you put all that milk in right?" She teases. It's not the proper sweet iced tea she's used to making, but that doesn't mean she dislikes hot tea.

There's a few more moments of consideration before she nods. "For favors then, but be warned, if you put your fingers near my mouth ah'll sure as hell bite them. Hard."