The corner of her mouth twitches in amusement at the way he phrases the question. Which - honestly, fair. It's a weird power to have. It only gets weirder. "There's apparently an entire universe made up of wet paint. She's got bigger things to worry about than me," she informs him. Her tone is as dry as ever, which makes it sound like she might be joking. Unfortunately she isn't.

Maybe in the grand scheme of things, that's why she's not having an existential crisis yet. At least she hasn't been turned into wet paint.

She can't help but chuckle a little at his line, and without thinking, her hand comes to rest on his face. Her thumb brushes back along his cheekbone. "No one else ever came close. You've got a lot more going for you than you know."