"Everyone likes me," he says, sounding a bit prissy about it but amused at the same time. He knows it isn't true, but he definitely knows he can fair pretty well with people when he tries to be sociable. He's lovable!

"Oh those pants." He says it considering. He remembers those pants, definitely. "You saying I can't wear color? I feel insulted."

And yet he's not, and it shows. It's enjoying the games, the words, the flirting and banter between them. For him it was just yesterday and it's part of his life even as little as it's been in his life. It is what he expects, and gives as good as he expects to get.

Though that makes him roll his eyes. "Well then, obviously I won't have it." Because he's not asking. Nope. Dammit, why doesn't he know?!