Jaden allowed a small amount of mock annoyance to inject into his voice, allowing the Zeltron's momentum to guide their escape trajectory from his entanglement with fuchsia frustration. "That is so like you," he challenged, just loud enough for those in the immediate vicinity. He couldn't be certain that they were far enough away to escape the smoking man's earshot - how good was Zeltron hearing, anyway, he idly wondered - but as with most things, it was better to be safe than sorry.
"Here I am, risking my life day after day to protect the galaxy, and you can't even bring yourself to remember my favourite cocktail order."
It was less an ad lib, and more an instance of life imitating art, Jaden suddenly hearing the grating voices of every woman he'd tried to have any sort of relationship with clawing at his eardrums. His mind already filled in the other side of the argument, in all it's myriad forms, from apology, to defense, to condemnation. I'm sorry, babe, there's just a lot on my mind, or perhaps there's a lot of important stuff in my brain, I think we can let one little detail slide, or I can't imagine how I forgot that, since you never shut up telling me the same damn thing fifteen times, or - if they were someone Jaden didn't want to risk entirely jeopardising his prospects of sleeping with again - but then I'd be robbing myself of an excuse to ask you, and hear your beautiful voice again, babe. With a strange hint of curiosity, Jaden wondered what kind of response he might provoke from his fictitious beau.
He couldn't risk taking it a step further, however, one tiny flourish of conversation too far.
"It's like they told me when we were first together. Never trust a pink man with your heart, or your ass: they'll only break it."
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