[ So there was a plan to it. A test. Well, that, or he's good with excuses on the spot. Either way he's going to be someone to watch, that's for sure. She listens quietly, the same way she does anything, and his words dissipate her irritation.

After all, it'd been kind of fun.

Only when he gets to the speculation does she speak up: ] It was a guy in a story. Robin Hood.

[ Maybe he knows it. She barely remembers it herself, the story feels like something she'd heard in early childhood and forgotten most of. But she remembers the gist, enough that the name had appealed to her when she got around to picking. ]

Or the bird. [ That's with a little glimmer of a smile back again. ] Whatever helps you remember it. Call me, maybe you can keep hands off next time.

[ And she won't mind a next time. She expects it, even. He's an interesting guy. ]