And of course one couldn't expect her to pick up on the subtle shift in tone.  Still perfectly full of smiles and cheer, she placed her armored hands on the ground to force her body up despite Arokleth's weight and moved herself into a sitting position.  Now like this, with Aroketh's little legs splayed up on her shoulders and the rest of the girl on her back in Chloe's lap, the fae had easy access to those cute little cheeks, which she exercised to the fullest degree, pinching and pulling and cooing all the while.  "Strange?" she asked as she blinked, her question not bringing a break in her toying with Arokleth's face, "No, not particularly.  Other than that boring man from before, what you did during our fight is the strangest thing I've seen all day.  Why do you ask?"  Truly, Chloe was a girl who lived in, and for, the moment.  Even if this might have been connected to that Tameko she'd been wondering about, in her joy and curiosity at her sister's finally expressing interest in something, she'd already forgotten about him.