Giggle.

He smiles, and looks out over the room.

"This place really is beautiful," he says softly.

He smiles.

"Thank you," he says. "It's nice to be appreciated."

"I can see how you normally wouldn't get much of that."

He laughs. "Yeah. Completely my own fault, of course."

"Of course," he agrees amiably. "Doesn't mean it's not a bit of a pity."

Shrug. Wry smile. "Yeah."

"Well. Here I am to correct this error," he says, sweeping a dramatic bow.

Serik giggles. "And I'm delighted about that!"

"Pleased to be of service."

"You're in a good mood."

"Yes, I am."

"Any particular reason, or should I not ask?"

"Don't see why I shouldn't tell you," he shrugs. "I'm in love with Siva."

"Oh. ...Congratulations."

He grins. "Thank you."

"You're welcome. How does she feel about this development?"

"Positively!"

"I'm glad for both of you, then."

He beams. "She's just so delightful."

"Something you're far better positioned to appreciate than I, attracted as I am to neither women nor pain."

Snort. "That's not the only delightful thing about her!"

"True."

He grins again. "Although I won't deny it's a prominent one."