Stone almost flinches at the question, but schools himself, avoiding the worst of it. "Yeah! Just old, old friends from way, way back!" He laughs, a little too forced and high to be natural. Crap. He shoves his hands in his pockets, jeans, a little tight maybe. He looks over his shoulder, also glad he can't been seen blushing. He decides to carry on, though. "Besides, Monkling can do wa~ay better than a hound like me. Look at her, would you?" Now he's more comfortable, making it light, playful. "What about you? You have anyone special?"