Sol pouted playfully when the human stated that Callan wasn't less handsome than himself. "Aw, are you saying I'm not your type?" He asked, giving the human puppy dog eyes. "Ah, so is the antisocial socialite more your type then?" He quipped, grinning once more in amusement. Callan wondered if the two would just be mocking him the entire way, but then again he noted that Elliot spoke more with Sol than to him… granted, most had a hard time speaking with Cal when he spoke so little himself. Sol was about the only one, but he could converse with a brick wall.<br/><br/>When asked if the brunette had known the red head long Sol beamed, looking to Cal's back. "Mm, for quite awhile now. He used to be such a cute little brat, it's a shame now he acts like such an old man." He said, giving a playful sigh like a mother speaking about their misbehaving teenager. Finally though he did get a little serious… slightly. "Our families were on pretty good terms even though mine isn't nearly as highly regarded as the Grams. So when our parents talked business us kids got up to mischief." He explained simply.<br/><br/>"What about you? I mean how did you end up bonded to someone from the Gram line? They are pretty well known in most circles for their… let's say "interesting" views on humans. Did you volunteer?" He asked, still smiling, but his eyes were a bit more… empathetic. He knew Cal hadn't been given a choice and he felt that Elliot hadn't either, not when the Grams were involved.