“She? Kinky.” He said with a rather crooked smile and a raised eyebrow. He’s always been intrigued of people who play for the other team. He himself is open to the idea, but he’s never really met the right person. On the other hand, he’s also a tad bit lazy on the matters of the heart so really he can’t blame anyone if he’s constantly single. Not alone by choice though since he’s either too busy or asleep. “You could always blackmail her though. Although that’s coming from a writer’s perspective, and all writers are generally evil in nature. The moral side of me however would say that you’re misunderstanding her and she’s just lashing out on you, but that guy’s never fun so don’t listen to him. If you do go with the blackmail you didn’t hear it from me and we never met.” He said half-serious half joking.<br/><br/>After mentioning that he’d rather call her Trix he wasn’t sure what she thought about, not that he would change his decision, though since he rather liked short names. Again, to be perfectly honest he was just too lazy with mentioning a second or third syllable. It’s why he liked his name Beck, short and simple. “Shep?” He echoed. In his mind, a guy herding sheep in the alps was singing about the wonders of wool. “I like it. That’s the first time someone’s used that part of my name.”<br/><br/>“I’m a little insulted that you’d think I wouldn’t know of Mass Effect. I know that game, played it and not that I’m bragging, nor is it actually bragging material, but I know one of the guys who writes for the series.” He probably sounded arrogant, but really though just because he’s in a suit and works in a office that doesn’t mean he’s a “suit”. “Yeah, no I guess artistic type is what you can call, but really I think everyone is a bit artistic.” He lied. He knew full well that some people weren’t but he wanted to be optimistic. “And I don’t reference myself in third person…anymore. Plus I haven’t been that drunk in ages that I’d start doing that again.” He missed those days, but he haven’t had a chance to have a buddy to drink with, or smoke, or melt, or burn stuff with.<br/><br/>“You think so? Everyone who has ever worked in a building like this would have mentioned that, and worse more than once in their lifetimee. And I would know I worked with people who dealt with serial killers before. ” He was sharing a bit too much about himself. Not that he cares. He wasn’t particularly shy about his job. Hell, his entire job was based around sharing words and experiences with other people.<br/><br/>“Nice” He whistled as he stared a bit longer than expected. “If I had service I would have called pizza already.” He was starving after all. “Other job? Do tell. Unless of course if it’s in a building like this then don’t since office stories don’t go anywhere fun and I like to have fun, even if I don’t look the part.” He did like to have fun and no one, not even his appearance would get in the way of him telling people otherwise.