[Descole, giggling at her drunken state and her use of the world "narcissism", he poured himself another drink.]

You are so drunk. I think I am too, because yeah, the narcissism is getting to me too. You're so pretty. Damn, I wish I wasn't pretty and I was handsome. My stupid stepfather used to call me pretty, well when he was pleased with me. When he wasn't he called me the opposite and he had this thing with calling me overweight. I wonder what his problem was. Well whatever. That was...pfft...years ago. Hm...I'm rambling. I'm drunk.

[He watched her remove the boa and noticed the scars. He cocked his head to the side and wondered if he should ask about them, but then decided not too. In his drunken state, he removed his muffler as well and took his hat off. He ran his fingers through his long brown hair and smiled crookedly.]

Yup. It's hot. 'Ey, what's your hair color?