"Hey," he says, tone more sincere now than he was a second ago - although he always means what he says a good chunk of the time. His grip curls on her arm, smile still in place like it always is. "That's because it's my job. Just like yours is to be overly organized and clean things obsessively."

Another flash of a grin as he pulls his hand away. "And anyway, I think everyone would think you'd been Shadowplayed if you started acting cheerful and smiling at everyone."