He bit his tongue for her viewing pleasure, adding a smile to that wink when she called him on his confidence and vanity. He left her to interpret whether he was acctually being coy, or if the grimace had been based off real modesty. Isn't any escape from any subject really that? He nodded at the family bit. They had worked as a unit, which was why even the Syndicate didn't meddle in their business. Ekuroi always got the job done, even while playing along with Syndicate rules.<br/><br/>He considered her position. Her family was outside danger if she did her job correctly, and their lack of involvement was based on her ability to lie to them. He wondered if he could have thrived in such circumstances. "You have your own pressure, then." he deduced. It was meant as a compliment. Kuram recognized and acknowledged strife when he saw it. Nobody lived an easy life among monsters, no matter how skilled you became. "I hope it makes you better."<br/><br/>He welcomed her mirrored compliment with his hands out, cocky with his face slightly turned to the side, to take in her words with that ear. She made a good point about the dessert, and he shook his finger in her direction as though he was the teacher, and she'd said something clever about his subject. "Few problems can't be fixed with cheesecake. I am only sorry you're so misinformed on your choice of berry." he said as though there was no other truth.<br/><br/>Kuram's spirits were even further lifted at what she said next. "Oh, then that's what this will be." His palm touched the table soundlessly to cement the deal. "I have to warn you, if you get too frisky with me I still remember some of the moves from my active duty." He laughed with his head back. For all the games he'd been playing, it seemed the mirth was honest. He had some more water and in his eager to continue the conversation, his lips were still wet when he put the glass down.<br/><br/>"Tell me about your first encounter as a Scythe, then!" he demanded just as their cakes were placed on the table. He picked up his fork and waved the prongs at her before cutting in to the decorated triangle. He got a small piece first, and before even considering tasting it, he shoved it back into the body of the treat to scoop up more. He was satisfied then, with an approving sigh. "Did you do well? Ah. I bet your older brother helped you, right?" As he waited, he stuffed the helping of cake into his large mouth, filling one cheek.