[ Sadly, he feels like this is the most he's ever talked about himself in a while, which is saying something. He's not sure how much of himself he should speak freely about, if any of it even matters now that he's not being monitored 24/7 by the government... though he supposes that it's just switched hands, from the Germans to CERES. Their objectives are different, though, and he's just one of many now.

Her words aren't unpleasant, though. Refreshingly obtuse. Again, dangerous for his heart. ]

So you have all this confidence, but you still want me to stroke your ego.

[ play nice, Adolf. He's a little mean about it, not because he's put off by her behavior, but because he likes to put up that familiar defense. It's depressing how endearing she is to him already. ]

What would suit you is a shirt. [ Let it go, Adolf... ] And, well.

[ His hand moves up to tuck his jacket over his mouth...except it isn't there to hide under, ugh. ]

Your original language. That wasn't bad.