He's smiling a little when she collects herself with a breath, but he breaks his gaze when a chuckle for what he suspects is a complement, or else the setup to a cutting insult. "Why's that so hard to believe?" he asks feeling like he's walking right into a punchline.
"Now you're speakin' my language, darlin'. What's your brand?"
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"Now you're speakin' my language, darlin'. What's your brand?"