Chester was taken slightly aback by Dumas's comment about someone making him flustered. Somewhere deep inside of him, he truly wanted to find that someone that he could trust enough to be flustered around, someone where his many facades could drop around, wither it was his performance face for the crowd, or his professional face for Dumas and Red, he could never really find himself without some sort of mask, wither illusionary or customary. However, on the surface of his mind, he saw only the challenge of it, and immediately rejected the idea of enjoying it just as much as Dumas might.<br/><br/>"I'll be sure to send you the vid clip of the day I was born then, 'cus I don't think I've been flustered any day since." Chester said, before listening to and seriously contemplating Dumas's suggestion.<br/><br/>"The question is if she'll be willing to wear it on a forgetting day," Chester reasoned. "She seems... a little different on those days, but it's not really something you can put a finger on until you look at it in retrospect. She might not bring the tracking chip with her on a day like that." he thought it over for a long moment, and then chose his words carefully as he added his own suggestion.<br/><br/>"Maybe if we gave her something that could be tracked, but neglected to tell her..." he said gently. He wasn't sure how illegal something like that would be, but since it was his own idea, he didn't have a lot of hope of it being completely moral either. Those sorts of things just didn't quite line up in his head most of the time.