Boomer smiled, surprisingly sincerely. It felt odd to be trusted, especially since she was right to mistrust him at first. But what felt odder was that it didn't feel that good to have successfully deceived her. He felt like he should look down for some reason. Fortunately, he didn't do that, instead he smiled that honest smile and looked into her eyes, blue like his own, but softer. There was something in them, something he couldn't identify but which he knew deep down was something he wanted more of. It worried him, thinking it might be some new power she had developed. Hypnosis maybe, or some other action too devious for a heroine.<br/><br/>His first reaction to her invitation was confusion until the feeling alleviated itself and clarity occurred. He looked once again at her eyes. They reminded him of a rabbit he and his brothers had once caught when they were about twelve years old. As Butch held it by it's hind legs, it had a strange look in it's eyes, as though asking silently for them not to hurt it. Boomer remembered the rabbit well, it's twitches of attempted escape that weren't even noticed by it's captor. Butch handed the bunny to Boomer, telling him to prove he was still rowdy and rough. He remembered the downy white fur as his hand closed around it's paws. That look...<br/><br/>He saw that look again now, in Bubbles' eyes. "<em>No. Not this time.</em>" This time, Boomer obeyed the impulse to touch Bubbles' shoulder. "Yeah. I think I would like that."<br/><br/>Mojo Jojo had no idea what was going on as his eyes were ensnared with Buttercup and Princess. He could only sit and gaze with wide-open eyes, holding and quickly emptying his bag of popcorn.